<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:01:49.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-ROSEBULLET</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3152349653534385940</id><published>2008-10-19T02:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:20:13.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE MOVED TO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rosebullet-x.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://rosebullet-x.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(for now, that is.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't tag, or show any signs of human life here anymore. If you need to, comment at my new lj page! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you there!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3152349653534385940?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3152349653534385940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3152349653534385940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3152349653534385940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3152349653534385940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-moved-to-httprosebullet-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5635835552952046888</id><published>2008-10-18T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:40:57.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, sink your heart into something that's too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause when it starts to disappear, you've got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; left to hold onto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It applies for anything, &lt;em&gt;everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5635835552952046888?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5635835552952046888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5635835552952046888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5635835552952046888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5635835552952046888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-ever-sink-your-heart-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-209624544610607021</id><published>2008-10-07T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:17:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Whenever I think about how screwed up my A Math paper is, the thought of relaxation after exams chases away all the guilt. :D Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so maybe I'm not THAT deserving of all the relaxation, but hey! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And every single day I look forward to the day friday comes! Friday is the start of my freedom. Yes, ultimate freedom. Freedom to do all sorts of crazy stuff without having being bugged by my conscience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I'm looking forward to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. SHOPPING. SHOPPING. SHOPPING. *gasps!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. Going to get a tan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. Throwing post-exams partayes! (*winks at Charmaine*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Having sleepovers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Class outings or whatevernots. (So how's the discussion going?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. Getting a job to earn some $$$&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. Travelling. (Sigh I don't know where I'm going yet this year. Beijing seems outta sight. Maybe I should take a trip down to kuching alone this year?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8. Bringing some friends along to church this Sunday so we can hang out afterwards! (More shopping!! *winks at Dione*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9. Being able to stay out real real late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10. Chalet stayovers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zzz I really hope choir practices don't take up too much of our time. It's not that I hate choir, it's just that sometimes practices get so hectic it just totally annoys the hell outta me. Even if there is choir practice, I hope its only in the morning. Hoping Batam trip would be fun, though! Think it will. Not because of the place, I mean, that place isn't all that exciting. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(But there's a visit to the 'polo shop'.. Ralph Lauren? I spotted a Ralph Lauren factory store over there the last time!!)&lt;/span&gt; But yeah, it's the people that makes trips like that really memorable. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh dayum, I'm missing the Nanjing trip again! Gosh that was the best overseas school trip I've been on. Miss those nights where ALL of us would have supper in the corridor. Miss those times where Brandon, Andrew, Charmaine, *ahem* Clarence and I would all hang around the shopping street. I mean, 5 teenagers hanging out in the cold in a foreign country, pretty cool right?! I miss the mealtimes when we would serve each other food and make really stupid jokes. The whole experience was just awesome because it was really a CULTURAL IMMERSION trip. I mean, when we were in Suzhou we barely saw anything anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Nanjing was just a whole lotta fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(*Tries to insert picture of Brandon on stilts in Nanjing but stupid blogger error won't allow!*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brandon: "Chai gao qiaoooooo!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-209624544610607021?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/209624544610607021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=209624544610607021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/209624544610607021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/209624544610607021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/10/whenever-i-think-about-how-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-6823940727335778997</id><published>2008-10-03T19:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:09:33.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_g5ZaV7ueAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_g5ZaV7ueAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss Invisible" - Marie Digby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres a girl&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Who sits under the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Just another day eating alone&lt;br /&gt;And though she smiles&lt;br /&gt;There is something she's hiding&lt;br /&gt;And she cant find a way to relate&lt;br /&gt;She just goes unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;As the crowd passes by&lt;br /&gt;And she'll pretend to be busy&lt;br /&gt;When inside she just wants to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-6823940727335778997?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/6823940727335778997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=6823940727335778997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6823940727335778997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6823940727335778997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/10/miss-invisible-marie-digby-theres-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-4167216016811868497</id><published>2008-10-02T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:05:57.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the f*ck man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up and I've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;Go on, treat me like little miss 'touch-and-go'.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a puppet and trust me, my strings are at its limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in this effing rut, and you know what? I'm trying every single day to climb out of this place, hoping to see the light of day. And every single day, I just keep on trying, keep on climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else thinks its a breeze and everyone else is so caught up with their lives to give a damn about anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each step is so much harder to take than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing high up on my pedestal feeling as if nothing can beat me now, someone just has to throw a pebble at me and 'BAM!', I'm back on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go on, do what y'all like to me. And you know what? I'd do EXACTLY what I like to as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who's the bitch now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-4167216016811868497?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/4167216016811868497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=4167216016811868497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4167216016811868497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4167216016811868497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-fck-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2622502298623642592</id><published>2008-09-24T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:59:49.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I admit. I'm a shitty blogger. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not update regularly.&lt;br /&gt;I am boring.&lt;br /&gt;I like to type in lines of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't update because.. I don't have nice stuff to share, my life is mundane and boring, and I'm way too lazy to post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, well, i'd post pictures of the very small but very romantic alto bbq long long ago at east coast park recently.. Haha. This weekend, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARMAINE NG XIANG TING A.K.A THE GIRL WHO GOES 'HEHEHE'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're a very lucky girl who has many wonderful people that bring sunshine into your life! And you always seem to be so chirpy. Haha! 15 years old means you cannot act like a kid and sa jiao already k! (I think I say this every year. Lol.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, exams are near! (Gosh, I do sound like every other student who has a blog huh.) And.. I've got no drive to study lah. Zzz. So yeah, in advance for you guys, I'm not going to do as well for this EOYs. So when you see my lousy level position, don't be like, "Gosh, Pearlyn is so dumb! Her level position is like 1020571! Stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN KNOCK EVERY ASEAN SCHOLAR FLAT DOWN AND BE #1..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like it. :D Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been really crazy and I've been feeling and doing totally crazy and exciting things that I don't think I should be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But god does it feel so gooood!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*sings to the tune of Paramore's Misery Business*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it feels good for maybe, awhile. And then some part of me starts sink again. Honestly, I'm quite sick of dealing with this whole emotional roller coaster ride. I wish I knew what I wanted, and how things should be. Watching everything unfold in slow motion can really be quite painful sometimes. I just wish I could find some peace, soon. Like that feeling of your life being perfect, even if its for a minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who's going through something in their life now is like.. "Now I'm not going to think of anything else but exams.." or "I'm going to put aside everything in the past and concentrate on the EOYs.." Is that a way to escape the chaos and turmoil in the world of reality? You know, somehow I can't bring myself to say that, as much as it would help my situation. Exams might mean alot to some people, not only for the glory of good results. But for my case? I just can't find a reason to do well anymore. And I've been doing fairly well all my life, maybe I should cut myself some slack this time. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I have to do is bear the consequences of my actions. Sounds easy enough? Heh, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn, you're adorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: Now all you naughty little readers out there who visit my blog yet never tag cannot complain I don't update alright! Hmph.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2622502298623642592?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2622502298623642592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2622502298623642592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2622502298623642592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2622502298623642592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-i-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-1269568673167101715</id><published>2008-09-15T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:04:27.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;GOSSIP GIRL IS BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ed Westwick Ed Westwick Ed Westwick Ed Westwick Ed Westwick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SM4xRALeCYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/xBdIkfwpxpc/s1600-h/DSC02915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SM4xRALeCYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/xBdIkfwpxpc/s320/DSC02915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246184784108849538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that brush together, stay together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-1269568673167101715?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/1269568673167101715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=1269568673167101715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1269568673167101715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1269568673167101715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/09/gossip-girl-is-back-ed-westwick-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SM4xRALeCYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/xBdIkfwpxpc/s72-c/DSC02915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3318225939726020228</id><published>2008-09-04T15:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:34:12.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SL-MTU-lOfI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-jrFy0Y4QPo/s1600-h/vastskies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SL-MTU-lOfI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-jrFy0Y4QPo/s320/vastskies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242062754959145458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the first step. He will do the rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What am I ashamed of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Updated my photoblog. Click&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/glitterdoll_x"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to visit.)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had loads of fun doing these shots with Charmaine. The lomo's could be found on her blog. Shots that I publish are ones taken with my camera and edited. (: Enjoy!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3318225939726020228?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3318225939726020228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3318225939726020228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3318225939726020228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3318225939726020228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-first-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SL-MTU-lOfI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-jrFy0Y4QPo/s72-c/vastskies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5768210565450441208</id><published>2008-08-31T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:59:50.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCdz12MUI/AAAAAAAAA00/wbwJ3kKltDY/s1600-h/DSC03847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363090066157890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCdz12MUI/AAAAAAAAA00/wbwJ3kKltDY/s320/DSC03847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ASEAN DANCE 2008!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had an awesome time there at Hilton. Had sooo much fun partying. And I got to meet new people, and get closer with the ones I already know! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to Nani for inviting me. HAHA. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most of the people there, I didn't know. But some of my classmates and school mates (including the scholars of course!) were there. So yeah, it was pretty cool. Attended the event with Karthik and Dione. I danced in 3 inch heels till my calves(sp?) were sore but surprisingly no blisters, and no damage to my shoes! All those hip hop performances put up really made me wonder why our school have none of such talent. Haha. But the bands.. ahem. Okay lah, one clap. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me, Kaijing and Charmaine should go perform to represent Commonwealth. Hehe. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sidetrack abit ah, about the teachers' day performance by 3 of us.. I would like to say, it was.. fun? Haha. It wasn't perfect and we all stumbled a lil but I guess it's just normal. Cheers, we should all go pro and start recording tracks. LOL. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And tsk, stop telling me I'm very extra. ;P &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay okay, back to the topic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, some pictures! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCeF_OroI/AAAAAAAAA08/YF_1YVVtJTE/s1600-h/DSC03856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363094937349762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCeF_OroI/AAAAAAAAA08/YF_1YVVtJTE/s320/DSC03856.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chi, Lien, Me, Dione!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCeWaBPGI/AAAAAAAAA1E/1jf_f2xyfmA/s1600-h/DSC03857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363099344682082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCeWaBPGI/AAAAAAAAA1E/1jf_f2xyfmA/s320/DSC03857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahhh the three beauties! Haha. And btw the roses are actually ones that Nani has to sell. We grabbed it from her to pose with them. Hehe. But poor thing, she had to run around selling chocs and flowers half the time! ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCel_b9EI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nm1cIUlE2j4/s1600-h/DSC03865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363103528154178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCel_b9EI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nm1cIUlE2j4/s320/DSC03865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Karthik, Dione, and the three scholars (Tri, Oak, Gateaux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gosh, Oak was just.. being extra gentlemanly that night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well before I talk about that. You know, it's hurting to see couples dance and seeing boyfriends desperately looking for girlfriends to drag them on the dancefloor. And its even more hurting when they play all the songs that have such huge significance to you. I don't know. It was just a lil painful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But I guess I really put it aside when I was asked to dance. Dancing with Oak is just really weird. And we kinda both agreed it was weird after like a matter of 30 seconds. Haha. And then I danced with this guy who was a friend of Oak and gang. And he even bought me flowers! How sweet. First stranger I've ever danced with. Haha. Though I can't seem to get hold of him to thank him for everything! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I mean, its not about who I'm dancing with (okay even though both were FAIRLY good looking). It's the fact that I have the ability to move on, and venture on, you know? That i'm not stuck onto the past and that i'm not burried in regret. I've never had such a rush of excitement in me for such a long time already. As sluttish as all this sounds, I think it's part of healing, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I really miss last night though. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCe9tI_vI/AAAAAAAAA1U/nbJ_hfpVv8o/s1600-h/DSC03875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363109893865202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCe9tI_vI/AAAAAAAAA1U/nbJ_hfpVv8o/s320/DSC03875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All good things come to and end, right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5768210565450441208?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5768210565450441208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5768210565450441208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5768210565450441208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5768210565450441208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/08/asean-dance-2008-i-had-awesome-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SLmCdz12MUI/AAAAAAAAA00/wbwJ3kKltDY/s72-c/DSC03847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3516710254372208384</id><published>2008-08-20T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:00:45.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it healthy to actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I kinda hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3516710254372208384?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3516710254372208384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3516710254372208384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3516710254372208384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3516710254372208384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-healthy-to-actually-hate-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8801346929576121153</id><published>2008-08-10T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:17:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This national day holiday is quite a disappointment, really. I don't know, just wish I had more excitement than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty blah I guess. Didn't even stay to watch the fireworks in the end. I was kinda excited and looking forward to yesterday but I guess sometimes things don't go the way you want them to. But ohwell. At least I bought stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope tmr will make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of the low emotions. Today was my newborn cousin, Anthea's, 1 month celebration! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJ7P2fHxP_I/AAAAAAAAA0s/UZjc3vMP_PI/s1600-h/DSC02717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232848352025067506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJ7P2fHxP_I/AAAAAAAAA0s/UZjc3vMP_PI/s320/DSC02717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is so adorable. Wonder how she'd grow up in a peranakan-chinese-vietnamese culture. Just loveee seeing lil children grow up. It's such a magical thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need to go do something crazy, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Or are things already spinning in a whirl-like motion?&lt;br /&gt;I feel, I feel the winds changing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel people moving.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we're all about to step into a different scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off to do my homework, rot, and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJ7P2b86BNI/AAAAAAAAA0k/suMMHZxPxIs/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232848351174198482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJ7P2b86BNI/AAAAAAAAA0k/suMMHZxPxIs/s320/feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Model: KJ and Brandoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8801346929576121153?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8801346929576121153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8801346929576121153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8801346929576121153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8801346929576121153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-national-day-holiday-is-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJ7P2fHxP_I/AAAAAAAAA0s/UZjc3vMP_PI/s72-c/DSC02717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3173260951484238864</id><published>2008-08-09T00:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:43:30.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think my blog is getting too wordy and dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot, no more emo posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More posts about my very interesting life! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I caught the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics today. And I tell you, I feel so proud to be a chinese. I might be some "jiak-kan-tang" Singaporean, but the pride still lives in me! While watching the performances, I explained to my sister our four most famous and great contributions to the world. And I was surprised I used the word "our". I mean, I'm not even a China chinese! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But honestly, the performances were spectacular, almost magical. Anybody who caught it would've felt the same too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and my dad was so cute. I bought him an official Beijing Olympics t-shirt from Suzhou and guess what? Today being casual friday, he wore it to work. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJyBGmBN9vI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Y4j3vZyU87g/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJyBGmBN9vI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Y4j3vZyU87g/s320/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232198817382528754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waving a Singaporean flag when he's a Malaysian. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you think this picture is funny, wait till you see the one where he grabbed a life saving float off a pole in Sentosa and ran across the beach with it around his waist. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about Singapore, tmr is national day! :D&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing those national songs never fail to evoke a strong sense of patriotism in me. The crew who went to NLB for that talkshow a.k.a debate-with-a-bitch session, would probably be sniggering. Haha. PATRIOTISM SHOULD BE OFFERED AS A COMPULSORY SUBJECT IN SCHOOLS, IT FREAKING ALREADY IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda realised this year's the last time I'd be performing for the national days' celebration in school. Heh. Kinda sad eh. Been've doing this for three years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was really fun, as usual. The choir did okay I guess. After the whole thing I went to Vivo to eat and shop with Dione, Jovina, Shaun and Pingyee. The cafe we went to wasn't the best place I've been to, neither is the food super good, but I guess it's something new. Called Bon Bon Cafe or something I think. And it's so annoying when you go shopping and you CAN'T find anything. When you have no money, you always find something you wanna buy. But when you HAVE money, you can't find anything to buy at all. I hope tmr's trip to Haji Lane will be fruitful. I'm all set to go bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I was looking through my pictures just now and I found these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEFORE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJyBG29mUeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/D750SlaB4uE/s1600-h/P190408_17.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJyBG29mUeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/D750SlaB4uE/s320/P190408_17.59.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232198821930750434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJyBGlThQLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/dDSCqquDNPg/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJyBGlThQLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/dDSCqquDNPg/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232198817190854834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow, I don't miss my long hair at all. Maybe it was all dry at the ends and screwed up because of my perm. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! AND ONE LAST PICTURE BEFORE I GO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJyBG-xbgBI/AAAAAAAAA0U/oHzsaRZxqkE/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJyBG-xbgBI/AAAAAAAAA0U/oHzsaRZxqkE/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232198824027193362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!&lt;/span&gt; :D:D:D Nitcharee Nitinavakon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can somebody please convince her that she look's super chio with her hair like that instead?!? Haha. But don't worry, we all still love you for who you are smarty brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY BYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: I can't wait for Avrillllllll! I don't care, I'm going to go see her no matter what it takes. I want Avril. Avril Avril Avril. Woohoo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3173260951484238864?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3173260951484238864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3173260951484238864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3173260951484238864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3173260951484238864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-my-blog-is-getting-too-wordy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SJyBGmBN9vI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Y4j3vZyU87g/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5583858496903276288</id><published>2008-07-25T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:40:31.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hmmmm, am I always that bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lousy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;incapable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; do you always&lt;em&gt; run me down&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How come&lt;/span&gt; you always make me seem like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not doing anything right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to tell me that whatever I do is &lt;strong&gt;never good enough&lt;/strong&gt; for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are your perspectives&lt;/span&gt; always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;better than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be so harsh to me?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to &lt;em&gt;hide in my shell&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;all the time&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must &lt;/span&gt;I change the way&lt;strong&gt; I'm thinking&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why &lt;/em&gt;do you&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; always&lt;/span&gt; seem like you want things to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your kinda perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What should I do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What should I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What should I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzhou was fun, enriching, and rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;A gold and a third place, how smashing cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;The award is definitely a bonus for us aside from seeing us bond, and feeling the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so special that maybe pictures could tell a better story than I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/css.choir/SuzhouTrip2008"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/css.choir/SuzhouTrip2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ignore the personal photos. I had no time to go seive them out. But I would appreciate if you do not keep those on your computer.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS, THIS IS A CSS CHOIR PHOTO ACCOUNT. DO SIGN IN AND UPLOAD YOUR PICTURES SO THAT YOU CAN SHARE THEM! ONLY FOR LEISURE PURPOSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to upload:&lt;/strong&gt; Just sign into gmail.com with the username and password provided below and click on the word &lt;em&gt;'Photos'&lt;/em&gt; situated on the top header of the page to get to the Picasa page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Website:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/"&gt;http://picasa.google.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Going directly to the page might cause some confusion! So follow instructions above!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Username:&lt;/strong&gt; css.choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Password:&lt;/strong&gt; (get it from me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227239573315102562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SIrismNPp2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/yNB5dbSMfBE/s320/DSC02684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Live To Sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5583858496903276288?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5583858496903276288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5583858496903276288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5583858496903276288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5583858496903276288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmmm-am-i-always-that-bad-am-i-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SIrismNPp2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/yNB5dbSMfBE/s72-c/DSC02684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5811210948088016842</id><published>2008-07-18T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:01:52.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's never the results that's important, it's the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun in the process of preparing for the competition and I think I've learnt an awful lotta things. I think we've grown as a choir and that's what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we come back with, one gold, two golds, or none at all, it really doesn't matter. What's important is that we've given our best and we've benefitted from this process. That way, we have no regrets at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards are just materialistic pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we don't do as good as we expected to. So what? What's done is done, what's the use of whining and complaining and cursing and blaming anyone at all? Just push harder and strive further next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come what may, come what may.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some choirs can practice for half a year, be fully prepared, but still screw up on competition stage. Some choirs however, barely d0 anything but yet they still shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever guaranteed. Nothing is ever certain.&lt;br /&gt;You never know what might happen.&lt;br /&gt;So why anticipate?&lt;br /&gt;Let it surprise you, let it excite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long as you've done what you're supposed to to the fullest, you have nobody at all to answer to. You don't have to deal with your guilt. Where would the guilt come from in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have a hell lotta potential and we know it.&lt;br /&gt;We just gotta unleash it and show everyone our substance.&lt;br /&gt;And I know we can do it if everyone puts their heart to it.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no one else.&lt;br /&gt;We don't anything else.&lt;br /&gt;We have our voices and our strong will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be people in the choir whom you totally detest and never want to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;choir is a choir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A team is a team.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A song can only be sung together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And music can only be crafted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; as one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone can put aside their selfish desires, put aside their personal feelings, put aside everything else around them and focus on giving your 110%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we can touch hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We can soar high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We can make music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sway to the beat, let your heart leap with every single chord, and bring out that enticing melody from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"m&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;usic that doesn't come from the heart is barely music at all."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5811210948088016842?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5811210948088016842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5811210948088016842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5811210948088016842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5811210948088016842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-never-results-thats-important-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3528306969282859491</id><published>2008-07-17T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:43:15.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could see you now, I'd run over and give you the biggest hug and show you how sorry I am for all the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could see you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3528306969282859491?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3528306969282859491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3528306969282859491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3528306969282859491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3528306969282859491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-could-see-you-now-id-run-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5936411378068559338</id><published>2008-07-11T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:24:03.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm from another planet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just can't seem to get anything right.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just suck, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've tried really hard.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I try hard enough? Maybe enough is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying is just bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be alone, isolated, away from everyone else. Cause it feels so much easier when you're the only person you have to face. Take me away, away from the crowd. &lt;strong&gt;I hate this.&lt;/strong&gt; For once, for once, for once, i'm starting to feel discouraged and fucked up. I'm not like that, but somehow i'm morphing into such a pathetic soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why should I have to care? I don't owe anybody anything. I don't need to do this and I know it. I don't NEED to. But I don't know why I'm still feeling something in me that's telling me it's only right to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not hide behind this facade anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I need not disguise the tears.&lt;br /&gt;I need not have to do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to sound effing emo.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to write these kinda posts.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to have to show anybody at all how I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when all other forms of salvation fail to fufil its duty, I've got to pour those miserable feelings out somewhere, anywhere will do. Not to prove anything, not to tell any tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know at the end of the day, I'd find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, I know I'd still be able to say that I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm not in a bad state, and neither do I think so.&lt;br /&gt;I never want to think my life sucks cause I know countless beautiful things exist.&lt;br /&gt;If only I was able to see through the fog and reach out for those things, I would feel better.&lt;br /&gt;And it takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should I just pack my bags, leave, and live my own life?&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me, should I stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Edit:&lt;/em&gt; The performance WAS an improvement from the previous rehearsal. And for that I'm tremendously touched by the efforts put in by every single member, no matter how big or small. I really appreciate the fact that y'all put in your hearts into something you don't have to. It's the fact that you WANT to, that affirms me on the wonders of music. No performance is ever good enough. And that's why we have to keep striving. We didn't do perfect, but we can't turn back time. It doesn't matter anymore. And because we took a step forward, we deserved the three cheers. To the non-suzhou people, have an awesome rest. And to the rest of us, get y'all butts moving and start working for that gold!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5936411378068559338?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5936411378068559338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5936411378068559338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5936411378068559338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5936411378068559338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe-im-from-another-planet.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5314695401064194144</id><published>2008-07-09T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:58:57.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like &lt;strong&gt;superwoman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm one who wouldn't mind succumbing to my kryptonite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, when I yearn for it, it doesn't comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make me weak, because I wanna fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fall on my knees, fall into someone's arms, fall into soothing comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wished someone up there would stop playing this tiresome game of irony with me.&lt;br /&gt;And how I wished someone would tell me who I should be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I see everything as an obligation, i'd never be merry. But if I mend myself and neglect my responsibilities, it's guilt that engulfs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can I view my obligations in a perspective that makes me wants to fufil them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I chase my selfishness away and change it into a positive energy without hurting myself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People grow.&lt;/strong&gt; And they only grow to be stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I am.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am, even if I don't want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe, just maybe, it's what's good for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe everything will be alright by tommorow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe everything is already alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I should start searching for that one powerful song that heals.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221007734773498610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SHS-32i9wvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/jMcKqVhTIJM/s320/elaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Model: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chocolate-coated-chocolates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elaine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5314695401064194144?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5314695401064194144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5314695401064194144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5314695401064194144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5314695401064194144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-like-superwoman.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SHS-32i9wvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/jMcKqVhTIJM/s72-c/elaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2933798452860677685</id><published>2008-06-29T15:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:56:29.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody said it was going to be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Just give it up.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am way bigger than this. I just know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2933798452860677685?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2933798452860677685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2933798452860677685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2933798452860677685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2933798452860677685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/06/nobody-said-it-was-going-to-be-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2051913031982108707</id><published>2008-06-23T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:31:44.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're expecting me to blog about Kuching, honestly I have no exciting details to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit now though.&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this bad after leaving the place before.&lt;br /&gt;This is worse than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gon write some super long emo-sucidal-i-can't-live-without-you post again.&lt;br /&gt;It gets annoying, especially to the people who read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215050245705496402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SF-UkWUW91I/AAAAAAAAAzU/qPhBHRzA284/s320/heartsjune08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I've got no reason to hate this sorta life afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2051913031982108707?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2051913031982108707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2051913031982108707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2051913031982108707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2051913031982108707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SF-UkWUW91I/AAAAAAAAAzU/qPhBHRzA284/s72-c/heartsjune08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8781827366225467131</id><published>2008-06-18T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:15:27.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm just here to tell you I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I AM BACK.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy now to slowly edit all the pictures I took in Vietnam and post them up. And I've got wayyy to much homework to complete before I fly off again on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably next week? I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just something I was thinking about. For those who do Geography in school, you know how they always have a buncha characteristics of trees, and stuff? I came across this. It says, the branches of trees in a coniferous forest point downwards to allow snow to slide off easily. Like whattheheck man, how do they know? Do they ask the trees, like, "Hello why are your branches pointing downwards?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays haven't been much of a holiday actually. Been so caught up with choir stuff. I haven't even got a single chance to like, hang out the whole day with my friends and stuff. Never had one whole day I could call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about choir. &lt;em&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I feel so insecure these days. I know something's not right, or maybe it's my head playing with me. It's not how I do things or what I did. I just feel like maybe I'm not up to it. Ohmygosh, I think there'd be people who'd be like, "Don't give up! It's alright!". It's not that I don't appreciate it. I do. But well, I guess this is all part of growing, not everyone's born great. Some people can, some people can't. I guess I'm one of those who weren't born for it. But with such a huge responsiblity, I'd just have to start learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so what if I fall again and again, it's not like I haven't had enough of those things already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C'est la Vie!&lt;/strong&gt; (Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I've delete some links in my sidebar. Some of them don't even work anymore. Pfffffft. How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So emo, been've listening to alot of those kinda emo Switchfoot songs. I might just go cut two things. An emo fringe and my wrists. &lt;em&gt;Okay jk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall leave you with these two covers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The song's great but I think the vid sucks. Glad she didn't choose to do those mainstream britney kinda songs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling Down - Scarlett Johansson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Originally by Tom Waits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/seXsyQq8n1M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/seXsyQq8n1M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgoshhh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F.O.B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! :D (Pete Wentzzzz!!! I hope they air FNMTV in asia soon. ): I wanna watch Pete! Or does anyone else know if I could watch it online somewhere? OR IS IT ALREADY AIRING?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beat It - Fall Out Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Originally by MJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgmL2LeuhY4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgmL2LeuhY4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY! :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8781827366225467131?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8781827366225467131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8781827366225467131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8781827366225467131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8781827366225467131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-im-just-here-to-tell-you-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-1680896243811562189</id><published>2008-06-12T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:36:59.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFF TO VIETNAM TO FIND A VIETNAMESE BRIDEEEEEEEEE TMR!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOOHOOO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Will be back on Monday, miss y'all!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-1680896243811562189?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/1680896243811562189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=1680896243811562189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1680896243811562189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1680896243811562189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/06/off-to-vietnam-to-find-vietnamese.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-6330009496834889092</id><published>2008-06-04T16:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:12:19.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHOIR ORIENTATION CAMP 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved it. Best camp ever, I swear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Okay, I know, thick skinned.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I think everyone did an awesome job. And it's really heartening to hear comments from people saying that they really really enjoyed the camp and felt like it was the best camp they've ever attended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Firstly, I wanna thank&lt;strong&gt; Miss Tian&lt;/strong&gt;, for giving us this awesome opportunity to hold the first overnight camp in probably the past 5-6 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Secondly, I wanna thank all the &lt;strong&gt;seniors&lt;/strong&gt; for coming back and crashing our party! Man I enjoyed y'all performance so much! Haha. Thanks for all the support and encouraging words! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thirdly, I wanna thank all my &lt;strong&gt;committee members&lt;/strong&gt;! You guys are an amazinggggg bunch. Every one of you are so talented in your own unique ways. I've had so much fun working with you guys! I think we've all given our best for this camp after the months and months of hard work and planning. I think we've all learnt so so so so much! Love you guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lastly, I wanna thank all the &lt;strong&gt;choir members&lt;/strong&gt; who made this camp possible! Gosh, I can't imagine how the camp would be like without your participation and enthuiasm! You guys sang awesome, danced awesome, cheered awesome, screamed awesome, modelled awesome, you guys ARE awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've uploaded the pictures onto an online album. Grrrr, everyone's asking me for the pictures!!! Next time I don't wanna bring cam anymore. So annoying. ): There're about 200 plus of them if I'm not wrong. You can find them here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/defunkked.chemistry/ChoirOrientationCamp2008"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/defunkked.chemistry/ChoirOrientationCamp2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gonna share some of my favourites. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207962878027623874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SEZmpQRB7cI/AAAAAAAAAyY/4L3kg0Zoo5U/s320/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Altos, my pride and joy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207962906216868546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SEZmq5R3qsI/AAAAAAAAAyg/oR2HPfMk9hI/s320/DSC01948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The huge choir family! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207962911725724114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SEZmrNzSIdI/AAAAAAAAAyo/9vxKu8Hi28E/s320/DSC02050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Officially my favourite picture of the year! Pearlyn Wee and Pearlyn Chang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207985843474459442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SEZ7iBOO6zI/AAAAAAAAAzI/LcgKc3tnA2Y/s320/DSC02179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The latest style this summer, carried by James in the picture, glorifies huge boobs and long ugly fabric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207985187922683138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SEZ673GgpQI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ly6E-xCq6n8/s320/DSC02205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The seniors and their wacky costumes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207962917649078994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SEZmrj3hWtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/5kR6k6HhMj8/s320/DSC02218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The committee with Ms Tian! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207962921284890866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SEZmrxaXcPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/UTCQm99fB_M/s320/DSC02221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Post-camp lunch at Pizza Hut! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was wet from bouncy chairs but I had to rush the video presentation for the campfire. And you know, I was practically SHIVERING in the music room. Got so frustrated when I had to redo the campfire video like 5-6 times cause the laptop kept cranking up. Should've saved my worked like every other second. ): So yeah, the music's quite screwed up at the end. Heck it yeah? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Will put the video up another day! Check back soon yeah.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Things never always go your way. You can never be the person everyone else wants you to be. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, no matter what decisions you make, there would always be someone out there ready to judge you and comment on your behaviour, regardless of whether it's justified or not. They say those things because they have their own set of assumptions, and they label you as what they think you are. But so long as you are able to live up to your conscience, and you know that your decision don't hurt anybody, then you should be happy you took that risk. Some people just have too much to say, others just to need to pick on others' flaws to make themselves a happier person. But at the end of the day, nobody's perfect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm really born to be alone. I kinda like being alone. I don't understand why I don't enjoy laughter as much as everyone else. I don't bother trying to make friends too much. It's just so.. tiring to deal with relationships with the people around you. So sick of it sometimes. I even prefer shopping alone. Heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'd blog about the Click Five concert another day yeah? It kinda, sucked. Heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CIAO! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(And Charmaine Ng, I've proved you wrong!!!!!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-6330009496834889092?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/6330009496834889092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=6330009496834889092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6330009496834889092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6330009496834889092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/06/choir-orientation-camp-2008-i-loved-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SEZmpQRB7cI/AAAAAAAAAyY/4L3kg0Zoo5U/s72-c/DSC01957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2989379158858445489</id><published>2008-05-21T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:59:32.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's that I hear you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I should update my blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, awesome idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm totally lame but this is how studying affects your overall mental health. I used to love to blog. (I probably still do, alot.) And i'm constantly taking like a gozillion pictures because that voice in my head goes, "Omg you're sooooo going to blog about these!" But yeah, apparently there has been a tremendous lack of updates and you can only shove the blame onto school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my birthday has already past like eons ago BUT, HOWEVER, NEVERTHELESS, I am still going to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was of course awesome, not in the romantic and fairytale way but the heartwarming and fuzzy way, you know? Okay, you don't. Well, as the old cliche saying goes, a picture speaks a thousand and one words, so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SDQ5MzDQ0uI/AAAAAAAAASM/KXIo-fkPwmA/s1600-h/birthdaywithcommittee!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202846361544872674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SDQ5MzDQ0uI/AAAAAAAAASM/KXIo-fkPwmA/s320/birthdaywithcommittee!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, the committee was extremely extremely sweet to me. Really! They got me like a surprise birthday cake!! Hmm, I wonder if its still counted as a surprise if they hid it in my fridge. I knew they were up to something, I just KNEW it! But anyway, I really appreciate all the effort of making me go into the study room and turning the aircon on and off for no good reason. Hehe. And of course, making me smile! :D Thanks guys, love y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SDQ5NjDQ0vI/AAAAAAAAASU/OFvYS1rLopo/s1600-h/DSC03140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202846374429774578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SDQ5NjDQ0vI/AAAAAAAAASU/OFvYS1rLopo/s320/DSC03140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Teeheehee, cake all mine.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SDQ5OzDQ0wI/AAAAAAAAASc/jama-NlyXr8/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202846395904611074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SDQ5OzDQ0wI/AAAAAAAAASc/jama-NlyXr8/s320/DSC03147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At night Char and Elaine wanted to bring me out for dinner. But somehow they kidnapped me and brought me to Char's house with Brandon and Shaun! Haha. Turns out we were all going to bake blueberry muffins (Omg my fave, absolute heaven!) and oreo cheesecakes. They all tasted sooooooooooooooo (I can't stress enough, I might just continue adding 'o's to the word forever.) good man. Thereafter we made dinner! Pasta and egg, yummyyy! Oh, did I mention I cooked all those eggs? Out of 10 of my usual standard, I would give it 4 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SDQ5PTDQ0xI/AAAAAAAAASk/NmZpMNmojnA/s1600-h/DSC03160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202846404494545682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SDQ5PTDQ0xI/AAAAAAAAASk/NmZpMNmojnA/s320/DSC03160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, love y'all!! :D (If you're wondering, Brandon DID help. Like, unbelievable, I know. Haha!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, thanks to everyone who texted me throughout the day wishing me Happy Birthday! Thanks for all the lovely cards and gifts, I really appreciate them! I kinda wrote all y'all names down meticulously, in hope that I would be able to thank each and every individual who thought of me and wished me well right here, but sadly, I lost the paper. ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But still! It's the thought that counts, right?!?! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, i'm 15 now. A lil older, hopefully a lil wiser too. Life's never perfect, in fact it's pretty cruel, but i'd try to keep it up! Maybe that's my birthday resolution, to live life to the max. Sounds super corny? Sure does. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll leave you guys with a picture of my favourite bad boy from the Upper East Side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202860749685314418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SDRGSTDQ03I/AAAAAAAAATM/RZ36sjYl6dg/s320/edwestwick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ed Westwick Ed Westwick Ed Westwick! *hyperventilates*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is more attractive than Chace Crawford, and that's THAT man! I think I just have a thing for notorious guys. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Promise more updates soon k! Got pics got pics got pics, like woohoo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2989379158858445489?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2989379158858445489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2989379158858445489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2989379158858445489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2989379158858445489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-that-i-hear-you-say-oh-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SDQ5MzDQ0uI/AAAAAAAAASM/KXIo-fkPwmA/s72-c/birthdaywithcommittee!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-6392769149474440292</id><published>2008-04-21T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:14:02.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 THINGS I DESPERATELY NEED AT THIS POINT OF TIME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;0 Calorie Chocolates/Ice Cream/Anything-Sinful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to be reminded of all the examinations that are charging at 89423km/h towards my direction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To go shopping and buy anything and everything in my radar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enough time. (So that I can watch Gossip Girl all the way back from episode 1 again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A relationship that's functional and supportive, especially right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A trip to the beach, alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To finish all my homework and revision.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good music to sooth my soul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moolahs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bath.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, I really needed that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-6392769149474440292?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/6392769149474440292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=6392769149474440292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6392769149474440292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6392769149474440292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-things-i-desperately-need-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8629319403083865659</id><published>2008-03-24T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:46:56.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180975484366297730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R-aFwMepGoI/AAAAAAAAASE/RUk0E_B-yOg/s400/Changi_Departs_by_miloatsale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miloatsale.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(c)miloatsale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's something about airports that weighs my heart down by a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through Changi Airport makes me feel so, down. Maybe it's because everytime I leave Singapore, or return to Singapore, there's something to be depressed about. It gives me the best, then snatches it away from me just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture's so cool cause I realised out of all those places I've been to 7 or so. And the two I miss most are Perth and Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Kuching, I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay you guys, stop laughing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Kuching food, my yummy kolo mee and kuay teow. (Sg's one no standard at all, yuck.) I miss the natural landscape. I miss the slow-paced life. I miss my cousins. I miss having a big family there. I miss the Riverside area. I miss trying to capsize a sampan. I miss my grandparents' house. I miss how the whole place and the people there are just so awesome-ly cool. And of course, I miss having the chance to spend time with people who mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indeed, time flies.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8629319403083865659?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8629319403083865659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8629319403083865659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8629319403083865659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8629319403083865659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/03/cmiloatsale-theres-something-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R-aFwMepGoI/AAAAAAAAASE/RUk0E_B-yOg/s72-c/Changi_Departs_by_miloatsale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5867910655764029405</id><published>2008-03-12T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:53:07.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176542768717111970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bGOL4AIqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wK7SdSXmpeI/s320/alexanderwang.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenvogue.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.teenvogue.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the urge to post this up. Alexander Wang is one of the most adorable looking young designers around, really. Or at least he does in this picture. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and yay! I just realised I can start uploading my pictures!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5867910655764029405?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5867910655764029405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5867910655764029405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5867910655764029405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5867910655764029405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-had-urge-to-post-this-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bGOL4AIqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wK7SdSXmpeI/s72-c/alexanderwang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-162423290187450771</id><published>2008-03-11T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:36:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there strange one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to update with pictures from the concert and CIP and all that. But Blogger is seriously losing its competency. I can't seem to upload a single goddamned image. So yeap, I shall leave with &lt;strong&gt;10 things I want to say&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I updated my photoblog instead, It's beautiful. Kidnap and hold me captive in the Singapore Flyer anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am going crazy over shoes, I shall trade in two tops for a pair of shoes the next time I go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love my Marc Jacobs. I smell like daisies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm seriously running short of cash, but I'm gonna learn to live with it. I don't need every single bag/dress/top/shoe/whatever to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm pissed off at how those songs that mean something special to me get overplayed on air eventually. I can name you 10328102752 examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't feel the difference after stepping up this year in choir, but I do realise greater responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My friends are all dumping me into the juicer and mixing me up with frustration. Oh bother, here we go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I miss my dose of retail therapy, please give me an occasion to dress up and look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't think of anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Oh yes! I love my boyfriend. (I know, how disgustingly cheesy, but I just do. &lt;em&gt;It's amore!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATCH YA'LL MINIONS LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-162423290187450771?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/162423290187450771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=162423290187450771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/162423290187450771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/162423290187450771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-there-strange-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5683711962619341666</id><published>2008-03-09T20:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:56:37.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This post is was dated that long ago, but I only published it on March 12.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est La Vie is wayyyyyyyyyy over, but here are some pictures! I wanted to wait for Mr. Fuzz to upload the ones he took and post them altogether. Cause he took some really nice ones of us! But yeah, I guess he's been busyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176546702907155250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bJzL4AIzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/dtYatfysWyg/s320/P270208_15.48%5B04%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176545040754811618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bISb4AIuI/AAAAAAAAARM/X_wMUy6-Ch8/s320/_2702~19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176545027869909714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bIRr4AItI/AAAAAAAAARE/PUGeezyrqMg/s320/_2702~18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh yay it's me with porcelain skin for once taking a sip outta my cup! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176546694317220642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bJyr4AIyI/AAAAAAAAARs/rGzJ0hgSy3E/s320/P270208_12.04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute training! We should do this every week, wacha think? Haha, jk. Looks pretty amusing eh. Like zombies waiting to arise from their graves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176545002100105906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bIQL4AIrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EzxxJn5Ez0U/s320/_2702~12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Three words. Dinner. Was. Horrible. (But I was still one of the firsts to finish it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176545019279975106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bIRL4AIsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yFgCF2GH4ig/s320/_2702~16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Changing room madnesssss! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176545062229648114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bITr4AIvI/AAAAAAAAARU/k0haYjp_5Ls/s320/_2702~10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aw man, this looks so retro! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176546685727286034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bJyL4AIxI/AAAAAAAAARk/m9oug2XRXnQ/s320/_27020~3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;REALLY, THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE CUTEST PICTURE I'VE TAKEN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176546672842384130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bJxb4AIwI/AAAAAAAAARc/52syUDAOYYk/s320/_27020~1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MAMA MIA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some things are just part and parcel of growing up. Really, life isn't a bed of roses. I thank God for putting me through all those tough times in the past. Cause it really made me grow and emerge out stronger than before. To conquer yourself before trying to overcome all those adversities in life, even if it means to swallow your pride and putting aside your materialistic desires. You can choose to be a vindictive person, or channel that energy into nuturing yourself into a better individual. Because, at the end of the day, the most satisfactory satisfaction can only come from within you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are your own hero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5683711962619341666?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5683711962619341666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5683711962619341666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5683711962619341666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5683711962619341666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-post-is-was-dated-that-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R9bJzL4AIzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/dtYatfysWyg/s72-c/P270208_15.48%5B04%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8749146127950781397</id><published>2008-02-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:05:19.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bride dies during marriage's first dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVIE, Fla. - Kim Sjostrom wanted a real-life version of the film "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," which played in the background as friends fixed her hair and makeup before her own marriage ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But less than an hour after she and Teddy Efkarpides were wed, Sjostrom crumpled in her husband's arms during a Greek song that means "Love Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 36, Sjostrom was dead from heart disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding had became a project at Davie Elementary School, where Sjostrom taught first grade. Fellow teachers provided the wedding gown, the flowers and decorations. One of them, an ordained minister, performed the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was perfect for her," said Dominic Church, the minister friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sjostrom carried blue and white flowers during the ceremony — the colors of the Greek flag — as she exchanged vows with Efkarpides, a 43-year-old carpenter and Navy veteran. They had met three years to the day before the Jan. 19 wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the couple's first dance, Sjostrom complained of being lightheaded. Efkarpides thought his wife, a diabetic, needed sugar, but she collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding guests, paramedics and doctors at a nearby hospital were unable to revive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a previous cardiac episode in her 20s and was a poster child — literally — for juvenile diabetes, relatives and friends said. Efkarpides recalled seeing the poster featuring her on New York subways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He consoles himself by reading a list of "101 Reasons Why I Love You" that Sjostrom gave him their first Christmas together. "Number 1. You make me smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 98 is especially difficult: "You're the one I want to grow old with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Source: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080210/ap_on_re_us/wedding_death"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080210/ap_on_re_us/wedding_death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if I don't ever get to see you again. What if that was the last time I was ever gonna see you. Sometimes I feel like it's a dream, as if it's non-existent, as if it didn't happen. But at the end of the day, I slap myself on the face and start feeling the reality in all this. Cruel as it might be, there's something in me that asks me to continue chasing for that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how long it'll take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8749146127950781397?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8749146127950781397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8749146127950781397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8749146127950781397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8749146127950781397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/02/bride-dies-during-marriages-first-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2801968978729487669</id><published>2008-01-18T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:16:31.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R6SJPaiuG6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fIz-X6BlqPQ/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162401970789424034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R6SJPaiuG6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fIz-X6BlqPQ/s400/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R5AbLRE898I/AAAAAAAAAPM/npN5mBOYCiA/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIO RIGHT. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think it's kinda cool. Cause I've never been bandaged before in my life. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT HURTS SO BADLY OKAY! CAN YOU IMAGINE AN ANKLE WHICH IS ALREADY INJURED, BEING PULLED AND TWISTED BY THE CHINESE SINSEI WITH EXTREME FORCE?! It was so freaking painful that I swear I could break a glass screaming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's getting better now. As they say, no pain no gain right? If he didn't fix it, I bet i'd still be limping right now. The western doctor said I must wear an ankle guard though. Pffft. So ugly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad for leaving the camp halfway. I really wanted to stay for CO Evening at least. But the teachers said that I either go home and rest, or sit down there at the bench for the rest of the day doing nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every teacher was like desperate to send me back except for Mr. Vilau. He thought that it was a new injury that morning, so he said, "I've seen my netball girls! Or basketball boys! They all sprain ankle next moment can stand up and play again!" But when he found out that I sprained my ankle the previous night and it was still swelling up so badly, I guess he decided that I should go home anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm kinda touched by all the concern the teachers have for the students. And they think that the food given to us is not enough!! Haha. I agreeeeee!!! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a pity I didn't finish the camp. ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I got home and had a long long long nap. I slept from 4pm that day to 10am the next morning you know. I guess I was very exhausted. Not only from the camp. I've been sleeping like 4 hours or so for the past few days and I guess my body's kinda worn out on the inside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for choir! We're gonna announce the new committee real soon i guess. And I think many people will get a shock. Let's just say, especially the president. :D But I think we'll make a good team. They're many people with talents and capabilities chosen. So yeap. I'm waiting to see reactions! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, if you guys have been hearing rumours about who being what in the new committee, well, just ignore them. The list has been changed a few times, so they might not be true afterall. Don't give those people false hope, it'd really hurt if it turns out that they're not selected in the end. Yeap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg start pia-ing my homework now! :D Cya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2801968978729487669?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2801968978729487669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2801968978729487669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2801968978729487669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2801968978729487669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/01/chio-right_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R6SJPaiuG6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fIz-X6BlqPQ/s72-c/DSC00707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7688379349751796421</id><published>2008-01-03T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:08:33.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if I made the right choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished someone was there to guide me in the first place when I chose to go to a triple science class. I just realised that I chose that class all for the sake of being in the best class, all for the sake of my pride. Am I doing what I love? Or what makes me happy? No. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed out to know the expectations that are automatically laid onto me just because I'm in that class. And I'm stressed out to know that I have to compete with the best of the best, the cream of the crop. I'm stressed out to know that I have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I spend more than half my day studying. I look at my life and all I see is time flying by. Yes, time just flies by like that with no meaning or purpose at all. If one doesn't live for the things he loves, and only blindly slogs his guts out for a goal that he doesn't believe in, then what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, you'd say that's how life is when you're a student in Singapore. You'd slap me on my face and tell me to wake up and face reality. You'd tell me how life is not a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I'm asking for is something to sooth my urge of fufilling a passion. Is it that difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to spend the weekend thinking about whether what i'm doing in my life right now is correct. Over good ol' classical music. Aaaaaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7688379349751796421?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7688379349751796421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7688379349751796421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7688379349751796421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7688379349751796421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-know-if-i-made-right-choices.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-4575631250077064996</id><published>2007-12-26T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:17:56.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let's just say my trip to Kuching this time was never the same as all the other years. In many many many ways! Shall let the pictures do the talking. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i'm a sucker for beautiful creations of nature. Hehe. Went to visit caves. The last time my family went, I was sick! So yeah, after so many years, I finally went to see them for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148267372611434274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JR5hE89yI/AAAAAAAAAN8/quzOyL6VH4U/s400/DSC00666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148303841178744754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JzERE897I/AAAAAAAAAPE/JhxvxnwdY_U/s400/DSC00659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda cool huh! Well, I don't have many pictures to show of the place. Cause it's not like I was there for a holiday. Ohwell! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there was this huge family gathering thingy. And I love these kinda things! I don't have many relatives or cousins in Singapore, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, pictures of me and my cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148263893687924418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JOvBE89sI/AAAAAAAAANM/YwejIIfLP20/s400/DSC01822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karen and I. (People say we look the same!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148263902277859026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JOvhE89tI/AAAAAAAAANU/WyM4_FOezQQ/s400/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Suddenly my uncle came over while me and Katrina was trying to shoot a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148263906572826338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JOvxE89uI/AAAAAAAAANc/-1BRUTEHldY/s400/DSC01833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148263915162760946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JOwRE89vI/AAAAAAAAANk/wMezj1vYw6w/s400/DSC01828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fellow "chicken" Jordan on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148267368316466962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JR5RE89xI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lekPfcJRg5s/s400/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, Joshua's not really my cousin lah. He's more like my cousin's cousin. But he's sooo cute!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, one awesomely cool thing that happened this trip was that I got to drive a car!! TWICEEEE!! ON THE ROADDDDDD! It was an automatic one though. So it was pretty easy. And you might think driving is like complicated and stuff. But actually it's pretty simple! You kinda get the hang of it very fast. And when you do, you're off having fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another cool thing that happened this trip is that I got a perm! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148268777065740146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JTLRE893I/AAAAAAAAAOk/U3TO45QMwRA/s400/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha, that's not my phone in my hands. And I'm not the one taking the picture. Guess who did? Hehe. I look soooo weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148267385496336210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JR6RE891I/AAAAAAAAAOU/JO3xiaWSisI/s400/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRESH CURLS!! Okay I got a huge shock when sweetie took this picture. I was like, "Omg so curly?!?!" And he couldn't stop insisting that it'd stay like that forever. I was sososososo freaked out man. But turns out, after a few washes my hair looks quite nice. :D Hehe. Check them out in real life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went to my cousin's church on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JVkxE896I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NVAzNnSPJOc/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148271414175659938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JVkxE896I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NVAzNnSPJOc/s400/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY COUSIN KAREN'S IN THAT DANCING CROWD! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JVThE894I/AAAAAAAAAOs/BYThnKjKbtg/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148271117822916498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JVThE895I/AAAAAAAAAO0/bk0t6baKtqk/s400/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that's pretty much my trip! :D Nothing interesting, but ohwell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-4575631250077064996?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/4575631250077064996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=4575631250077064996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4575631250077064996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4575631250077064996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-just-say-my-trip-to-kuching-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R3JR5hE89yI/AAAAAAAAAN8/quzOyL6VH4U/s72-c/DSC00666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5633687111911209234</id><published>2007-12-26T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:46:28.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seasons are changing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And waves are crashing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And stars are falling all for us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can show you I'll be the one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Your Guardian Angel" - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember that night, when we were both snuggling under the sheets watching MTV, while this song played? And it's so weird, cause a few days ago you were just playing it on your guitar for me. It's so weird cause you said some guys performed it after I left your church that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything that happened during the 9 days, was it real? Or was it a dream? All the crazy things we did, all the awesome moments that I'd treasure. They were too good to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't believe how beautiful the whole city looked from the window with the sun setting over the mountains. Can't believe how simple day to day things we did like getting up to get breakfast together in the morning, or you accompanying me to do my hair, could make me so happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how it's like to be right beside you after so so long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to feel your heart beat against mine again. I want to fall asleep in your arms again. I want you to dry my tears and tell me everything's alright again. I want to stare into your eyes and feel so in love again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't. &lt;strong&gt;I can't.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At least not anymore for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anybody out there understand how much this hurts?!?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till we meet again next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5633687111911209234?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5633687111911209234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5633687111911209234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5633687111911209234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5633687111911209234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasons-are-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8113295515829224614</id><published>2007-12-15T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T04:04:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LYVhE89qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2LxCoTXFPcc/s1600-h/tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143911588578522786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LYVhE89qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2LxCoTXFPcc/s400/tour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeap! As most of you have known, I've just came back from Japan a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience was awesome because we managed to get a taste of a huge range of aspects of the Japanese culture. There was tradition, there were sights, and how could I forget, SHOPPING! :D We landed in Osaka first, then travelled to other cities/states and finally ended up in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was fun, but honestly I enjoyed Perth much much more. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143910729585063506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LXjhE89lI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TRmfI5JssgA/s400/autumn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click on any of the pictures to enlarge yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was autumn there, so the weather was pretty cold. Perhaps anything between 4-12 degrees throughout the day. And guess what, the whole land was adorned with such beautiful autumn leaves! It's the kinda things you'd see on TV and never imagine yourself to witness with your own eyes man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for beautiful things like these, so obviously I enjoyed sightseeing instead of touring the city. I nearly cried when we were forced to leave this mountain/cliff/whateveryoucallit (the 2nd pic on the right) due to the rain. It was so so so jaw-dropping that it gave me a huge sense of grandeur. You wonder why Singapore never has these places of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though, I didn't get to go up Mt. Fuji cause of the bad weather. Disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143910768239769234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LXlxE89pI/AAAAAAAAAM0/29kV4wZvXI0/s400/streets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people there are extremely courteous. It's amazing how they rattle on for half a minute (especially the cashiers!) even though they know you probably don't understand a single word. And you can NEVER find an ugly Japanese girl on the streets. I swear, never!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, the picture on the top right hand is a picture of free-roaming deers outside a temple. There are hundreds of them all around the place and nobody actually own them or anything. They go up to and expect you to feed them. And their crap are like black walnuts that shoot out by the dozens at a minimum of 60km/h. OKAY I KNOW, DISGUSTINGLY FUNNY. HAHA! Anyway, we got to each authentic Takoyaki balls that originated from that place too (2nd pic from top on right) and it taste nothing like the ones you eat in Singapore. The closest fit would be the ones you find in Takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143910733880030818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LXjxE89mI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_SQl9RAmjK4/s400/bullettrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to sit a bullet train. I know, I know. You guys must be like, "Wah!! Pearlyn tell me the train fast anot?!?! *waves hands around your head excitedly*". Haha, I'm gonna spoil things abit. It's really smooth so it feels slower than the MRT. But things were moving real rapid outside the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you were allowed to bring meals onto the train to eat. The seats in there were like ones on airlines. The thing about the Japanese is that they're so disciplined! Noticed how the streets are so clean and nobody ever gets robbed. I visited a village and the various farmers actually put their crops in this stall on the side of the road for people to buy. And the amazing thing is, nobody tends the stall. You can just go up, grab your favourite veggie, and put your money in this box at the corner and leave. Totally amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LYVxE89rI/AAAAAAAAANE/T6jgDyzsSBs/s1600-h/disneyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143911592873490098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LYVxE89rI/AAAAAAAAANE/T6jgDyzsSBs/s400/disneyland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hate my sister. She deleted all the pictures that I took from Universals Studios. But it was quite fun I guess. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Disneyland Japan can never hold a candle to the one in Hong Kong man. It was huge huge huge!! (Oh btw, I saw Mr and Mrs Leong's disney cardholders selling there!! Bottom right picture.) I didn't specifically enjoy any ride. But I was so happy to know they had a POTC attraction!! Any true fan would recognise the queuing area to be decorated as the Swan's residence. Pointless ride, however extremely cool for a huge lover of POTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LXkBE89nI/AAAAAAAAAMk/71sv6E_CG9M/s1600-h/disneyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LXlhE89oI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OXd_AEPv4wI/s1600-h/hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143910763944801922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LXlhE89oI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OXd_AEPv4wI/s400/hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On one of the nights, we got to stay in this hot spring hotel! :D The decor of the hotel room was like a typical Japanese house. The hot spring was super super comfortable. Made me feel so light and refreshed. You had to be nude though. So no pictures, sorry. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And every hotel you goto, they'd have a set of Japanese pyjamas that you sortof wear to sleep at night. It's like a sleeping robe, Japanese style you know? Oh! If you ask me what's the coolest thing I've seen in Japan, it'd be their toilets. I swear they're so cute! They have like seat warmers, these sprays inside that cleans your ahem, and even produces sounds of flowing water or whatever to cover up the ugly noises that you make when you do your thing. And they're like everywhere!! Hahahahaha! I'm getting excited over toilets. How gross is that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's pretty much my whole trip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving for Kuching on Sunday! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8113295515829224614?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8113295515829224614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8113295515829224614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8113295515829224614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8113295515829224614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeap-as-most-of-you-have-known-ive-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R2LYVhE89qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2LxCoTXFPcc/s72-c/tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2468322465777539287</id><published>2007-12-09T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:41:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You lay down on the bed,&lt;br /&gt;The sheets colored red,&lt;br /&gt;You never really liked that color much.&lt;br /&gt;If tonight when you closed,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes you died,&lt;br /&gt;Would anybody notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside every lonely life,&lt;br /&gt;There's a question burning holes inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im missing would you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;If im gone would you move on?&lt;br /&gt;Would you post up signs on street poles?&lt;br /&gt;Would you search straight through till dawn?&lt;br /&gt;And if the sun rose up would you search all through the day?&lt;br /&gt;And would you not give up, and not lay down, until im found?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some part of the lyrics from &lt;strong&gt;Seven Years&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Window View&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/windowview"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/windowview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out his MySpace. Read the story behind this song too. It's really weird, and cool at the same time. Anyone who knows how to get the free download, please tell me yeah! I'm dying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought i'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2468322465777539287?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2468322465777539287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2468322465777539287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2468322465777539287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2468322465777539287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-lay-down-on-bed-sheets-colored-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8007109234693452128</id><published>2007-12-06T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:19:39.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;K&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'M BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry, I got you guys all presents. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I have until next Sunday before I fly off again, this time for Kuching till x'mas. Seems like I don't have alot of time here in Singapore eh. Heh. All this travelling is kinda wearing me out. Today's like an off day for me, and tomorrow i'm going shopping (alone!) to get gifts for everyone, including my cousins and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will update with pictures of my trip to Japan next week okay? I promise a feast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TILL THEN!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Oooooooo, I can't wait to see you sweetheart! :D Soon soon soon soon soon soon! Man I'm so excited. Yayness!! Damn I can't wait till I get to see you again. It's been such a long time. Such a long long time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know how we're gonna leave each other again though. Ohwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8007109234693452128?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8007109234693452128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8007109234693452128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8007109234693452128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8007109234693452128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/12/k-o-n-i-c-h-i-w-im-back-dont-worry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5990598422900781381</id><published>2007-11-29T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:03:56.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138092172900589138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R04rm8T0XlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/v3-abPc-3nw/s400/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random picture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i'm off to Japan for a week! Hopefully I don't die there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As much as I love plane rides, I hate the air inside. Grrrrr.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, cya! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5990598422900781381?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5990598422900781381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5990598422900781381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5990598422900781381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5990598422900781381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/R04rm8T0XlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/v3-abPc-3nw/s72-c/DSC01207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5164481672438832624</id><published>2007-11-19T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:00:22.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://monochromeluxe.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://monochromeluxe.livejournal.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this site is awesome!! So tempted to get something from there. All the bags that i've been lusting over for a longggg longgg longgg time. THEY EVEN HAVE AUTHENTIC BALENCIAGA AND THE NOE BAG!! Anyone game to join the spree with me as well? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5164481672438832624?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5164481672438832624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5164481672438832624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5164481672438832624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5164481672438832624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/11/httpmonochromeluxe.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7575754972409794023</id><published>2007-11-15T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:09:47.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN, WHAT IS THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd grab my guitar and walk to the end of the world if that's all it takes for me to get away and break free from this suffocating enclosure. Feels like all that I'm doing is planting fists into these four cold cement walls, even though nothing moves, nothing changes, nothing responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it takes a hell lot of strength to embrace this emptiness in solitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7575754972409794023?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7575754972409794023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7575754972409794023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7575754972409794023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7575754972409794023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/11/damn-what-is-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-4833656270560057654</id><published>2007-10-31T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:22:34.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RyiO-eML8QI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ztd6-SjUSbA/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127505379668521218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RyiO-eML8QI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ztd6-SjUSbA/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/glitterdoll_x"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(PHOTOBLOG UPDATED!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-4833656270560057654?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/4833656270560057654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=4833656270560057654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4833656270560057654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4833656270560057654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/photoblog-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RyiO-eML8QI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ztd6-SjUSbA/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8069251867242587775</id><published>2007-10-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:12:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be honest. &lt;strong&gt;I'm the least bit excited about the chalet,&lt;/strong&gt; even though I'm one of the organisers. I love my class, but I guess I just don't really have many friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really not in the mood for anything. I guess I'm going there to spend a little quality time with myself. I really hope I get to get some time on the beach. Life's getting abit too harsh on me these days. I totally feel like I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no more updates till tuesday probably.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure people don't really understand my posts some of the time cause they're so cryptic. Somehow people just loveeeee reading mundane blogs. I don't know, I think it's boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know how much of a difference your trip will make. *shrugs* I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping nothing goes wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8069251867242587775?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8069251867242587775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8069251867242587775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8069251867242587775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8069251867242587775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/ill-be-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7009994476634738717</id><published>2007-10-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:30:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why waste all the time we have left? I don't understand you. I'm so desperate to hold onto every single moment we're left with. Don't you sense my fear at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had to, didn't we. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7009994476634738717?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7009994476634738717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7009994476634738717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7009994476634738717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7009994476634738717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-waste-all-time-we-have-left-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5290818982386858297</id><published>2007-10-23T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:49:02.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Under your spell again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't let go of this dream.&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe but I feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough,&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink up sweet decadence.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you,&lt;br /&gt;And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't let you conquer me completely.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't let go of this dream.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough,&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Pour real life down on me.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough for you to love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take care what you ask of me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good enough - Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5290818982386858297?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5290818982386858297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5290818982386858297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5290818982386858297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5290818982386858297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/under-your-spell-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-6180057169342651314</id><published>2007-10-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:19:23.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spongebob version of Soulja Boy's Crank That!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3ARyAb_1Bs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3ARyAb_1Bs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays have nothing better to do. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn the actual Crank That dance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Rowling says Dumbledore is gay. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-6180057169342651314?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/6180057169342651314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=6180057169342651314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6180057169342651314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6180057169342651314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/spongebob-version-of-soulja-boys-crank.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-720621039739664508</id><published>2007-10-21T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T02:18:27.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, just something to cheer everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TECH SUPPORT 1.0 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Tech Support:&lt;br /&gt;A while ago I upgraded GIRLFRIEND 7.0 to WIFE 1.0.1. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected organizational and renovation processing that took up a lot of time and valuable resources. In addition, WIFE 1.0.1 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activities, such as SURFING 10.3, CLUBBING 7.5 AND RACQUETBALL 3.6. I can’t seem to keep WIFE 1.0.1 in the background while attempting to run my other favorite applications. I’m thinking about going back to GIRLFRIEND 7.0 but the uninstall doesn’t work on WIFE 1.0.1.&lt;br /&gt;Please Help! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubled User… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha, and awhile later..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Troubled User:&lt;br /&gt;This is a very common problem that men often complain about. Many people upgrade from GIRLFRIEND 7.0 to WIFE 1.0.1 thinking that it is just a utilities and&lt;br /&gt;entertainment program. WIFE 1.0.1 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING. It is also impossible to delete WIFE 1.01.1 and return to GIRLFRIEND 7.0. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed. You cannot go back to GIRLFRIEND 7.0 because WIFE 1.0.1 is designed not to allow this. Look in your WIFE 1.0.1 manual under WARNINGS: ALIMONY AND COMMUNITY PROPERTY. I recommend that you&lt;br /&gt;just keep WIFE 1.0.1 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the&lt;br /&gt;background mapplication YES DEAR 2.7 to alleviate your program problems. The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway. WIFE 1.0.1 is a great program but it tends to be very high maintenance. WIFE 1.0.1 does come with several support programs such as CLEAN AND SWEEP 3.0, COOK IT 1.5, and SEX 4.2, however be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program NAG&lt;br /&gt;NAG 9.5. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of WIFE 1.0.1 is to purchase additional software. I recommend FLOWERS 2.1 AND DIAMONDS 5.0. WARNING!! Do not under any circumstances&lt;br /&gt;install SECRETARY WITH SHORT SKIRT 3.3. This application is not supported by&lt;br /&gt;WIFE 1.0.1 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best of Luck&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this at &lt;a href="http://www.botakjones.com/"&gt;Botak Jones' website&lt;/a&gt;. I really wanna go try Botak Jones!!! Mummy says it's cheap and reallllyyyy good. So yah. Anyone game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT, I'VE BEEN SNIFFING THE DIOR ADDICT SHINE SAMPLE SINCE THIS AFTERNOON LIKE I'M SNIFFING GLUE. I'm really darn addicted to it. I love the smell so much that i'm smelling it like crazy. It smells soooooooooooooooooooo good! I'm lifting the fragrance sample to my nose every other minute. Can this be considered as a medical condition? I don't know. I just know that the smell is so addictive and that i'm dying to get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sniffs sniffs sniffs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123470991774659218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rxo5uMG_MpI/AAAAAAAAALo/EmbLVQzFWuY/s400/dioraddictshine2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123470996069626530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rxo5ucG_MqI/AAAAAAAAALw/FiE7_5rHlg0/s400/dioraddictshine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know the packaging ain't that awesome. But it's the fragrance that matters! My cousin got the Dior Addict 2 Sparkle in Pink. (We were buying cosmetics from DFS cause my godma got 15% off.) It's pretty cool cause when you spray it on your skin, there's glitter! Dione and I tested it out that day too when we were walking around. *winks* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, Burberry Brit Pink and Anna Sui's Flight of Fancy are really nice fragrances too if you're looking for one! Just thought i'd tell you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's late, i better go. Tmr's gonna be boring, don't even know how I'm gonna spend the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least I can look forward to the concert on monday! CLICK 5 AND BEP, HERE I COMEEEE! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-720621039739664508?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/720621039739664508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=720621039739664508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/720621039739664508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/720621039739664508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-just-something-to-cheer-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rxo5uMG_MpI/AAAAAAAAALo/EmbLVQzFWuY/s72-c/dioraddictshine2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-9143932326436725310</id><published>2007-10-19T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:57:32.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stab, after stab, after stab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-9143932326436725310?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/9143932326436725310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=9143932326436725310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/9143932326436725310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/9143932326436725310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/stab-after-stab-after-stab.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3421264393786226557</id><published>2007-10-19T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:26:41.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It took you 1 year, 5 months and 21 days to come to this. I waited till I grew tired and moved on already. But nevertheless, I'm happy that it can be finally considered as a thing of the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I feel so much lighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3421264393786226557?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3421264393786226557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3421264393786226557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3421264393786226557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3421264393786226557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-took-you-1-year-5-months-and-21-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-833146055525336736</id><published>2007-10-19T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:01:23.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was quite overjoyed cause of my results for awhile, but some people just don't realise the impact of their words and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been very nice okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when you're too nice, people just take advantage of you, and take everything they have for granted. They assume it comes to them naturally. And that is so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you reading this, just stop for awhile and reflect, please. Is someone else in your life constantly doing things for you and showing concern towards you? And if there is, have you shown that you're grateful? Or have you just been a snob, thinking that it's their job to do things for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, even if you don't wish to show your gratitude, at least be thankful inside. It's not a must for people to be your slave and do you favours. It's not a need for them to make your life better. They can choose not to alright, if you realised that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, start being nice and considerate to others. Stop thinking that the world revolves around you and that you're too perfect. Because that itself, is your biggest flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh whatever, I'm supposed to make my own life awesome. And not depend on how others treat me in order to put a smile on my own face. I should be doing whatever I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop talking about these things, I'm like complaining away like a spoiled bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man we've been going through this for about half a year now. Will another half hurt? I mean, you're literally going further and further away. I'm crossing my fingers. It's the 19th again, another awful reminder. I don't know if it's a positive reminder to remain strong or a reminder about how much things suck. I guess, we'd just have to wait and see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-833146055525336736?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/833146055525336736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=833146055525336736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/833146055525336736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/833146055525336736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-quite-overjoyed-cause-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3029721116139020989</id><published>2007-10-17T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:59:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RxX4rMG_MoI/AAAAAAAAALg/xgWvBGnVTx0/s1600-h/romanticadversitylogo+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122273572072403586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RxX4rMG_MoI/AAAAAAAAALg/xgWvBGnVTx0/s400/romanticadversitylogo+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://romanticadversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HTTP://ROMANTICADVERSITY.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOGOGOGOGO! 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SUPPORT YAH! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3029721116139020989?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3029721116139020989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3029721116139020989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3029721116139020989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3029721116139020989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/httpromanticadversity.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RxX4rMG_MoI/AAAAAAAAALg/xgWvBGnVTx0/s72-c/romanticadversitylogo+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-306657644483102869</id><published>2007-10-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:55:13.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RxTdj8G_MnI/AAAAAAAAALY/q0w2x3UWqmA/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121962285727691378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RxTdj8G_MnI/AAAAAAAAALY/q0w2x3UWqmA/s400/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a flair for cheering people up.  *winks*&lt;br /&gt;(Just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe MSN ink drawing too.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something random. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.5 more weeks till it's one whole month of pure misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things just had to get worse huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-306657644483102869?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/306657644483102869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=306657644483102869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/306657644483102869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/306657644483102869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-i-have-flair-for-cheering.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RxTdj8G_MnI/AAAAAAAAALY/q0w2x3UWqmA/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-279192387307879996</id><published>2007-10-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:49:32.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here because I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you must be wondering, "Why the hell is Pearlyn bored? She has exams!"&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's for me to know and for you to find out. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a blogging mood, so just let me blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, first up! DOUGHNUTS!&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm posting pictures of doughnuts for the second time on my blog already.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;They're totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118216893856952914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RwePJcG_MlI/AAAAAAAAALE/8OJ_vemujkw/s320/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to be ridiculed by Dione or Andrew already.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I bought these from Breadtalk. =X&lt;br /&gt;But nice what! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was shopping at Zara today with my mum and to everyone out there who thinks that you can't find cheap stuff when there isn't a sale, you're wrong! You just need to know where to look for the stuff. Alot of pieces had their prices slashed but it wasn't advertised. They just sat there quietly. Don't be ashamed to look at the kid's or men's section either! And yes, there were stuff under 25 bucks! And no, they were NOT BASICS. And I was extremely impressed with myself! But most of the stuff were my mum's. I didn't get to buy that many pieces. Too bad! So next time you walk past a boutique and think that there's no use going in there to look around because the clothes you like always end up a lil over your budget and that it'll leave you a heartache in the end, STOP AND GO IN. You never know what treasures you might find. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and one more thing. The next time when you see a basic that you really like but think that it's not worth it to pay that money for something so boring and simple, ERASE THAT THINKING. Because YOU KNOW you'd always end up wearing them more often than the fanciful and extremely fad-ish kind of pieces. Right? ADMIT IT! It's something we all don't realise! And I only did so today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH AND ONE LAST THING! I CANNOT BELIEVE I FOUND THE SINGAPORE BRANCH OF COTTON ON. Can somebody tell me if i'm the only one who's outdated here?! I mean, I never knew! FYI, Cotton On is an australian boutique that sells really nice clothes. I've only been at the one in Perth. Singapore's their only asian branch i think. And their stuff are all SO CHEAP! But you know what they say about "value for money". Don't expect the quality of clothing to be THAT good though. But still! Next time you're at Wisma, go down to the basement and check it out. It's somewhere near Forever21. You might just be bagging home lots of goodies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh shit, I just wrote three paragraphs on shopping. I'm sorry. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, next year the choir's gonna stage a retro-themed concert right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, this is my attempt at looking retro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RwePJ8G_MmI/AAAAAAAAALM/jn4K9CdX8C4/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118216902446887522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RwePJ8G_MmI/AAAAAAAAALM/jn4K9CdX8C4/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got inspired to do this cause i found out that I manage to wear that high-waisted skirt that I was too fat to squeeze into it some time ago. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Large bangles are missing though. Haha. But that vintage clutch looks great only without the strap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i realised some time ago that Blogger allowed their users to upload their videos directly into their blogposts. So I decided to upload something for the fun. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry to my two beloved friends. They're probably gonna kill me for this. But I sincerely do think they look awesome. And they're my two awesome-est friends for letting me do this. I love you two. :D Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c077511d545b0409" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc077511d545b0409%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333389225%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42EDA5AEBFDD18B74ACD106A56483304578900EE.28FBD6FDE476999C4A5A0D834CCB668F24AEAD2D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc077511d545b0409%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI-kyEBA3_nqwYOW6J0hsvXml9uQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc077511d545b0409%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333389225%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42EDA5AEBFDD18B74ACD106A56483304578900EE.28FBD6FDE476999C4A5A0D834CCB668F24AEAD2D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc077511d545b0409%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI-kyEBA3_nqwYOW6J0hsvXml9uQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, pretty pointless. But still! I was flipping through my folders. And when I saw this I was laughing out loud! Okay shit I better go hide in bomb shelter now. Both of them are gonna come after me liao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, one more funny thing. You know what? Read this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The U.S. Air Force won the Ig Nobel Peace Prize this year for its proposal to develop a "gay bomb" a chemical weapon that would make enemy soldiers want to make love with each other, not war with the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Abrahams talked to a number of retired and active Air Force personnel to try and get someone to accept the prize in person on behalf of the military. None would." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/wireStory?id=3691875"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/wireStory?id=3691875&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These were one of the inventions that received the Ig Nobel Prize. You guys should go check out all ten of them. I was LAUGHING LIKE MAD last night you know. It was so effing funny. Can you imagine?! Twenty thousand men charging towards each other. Gay bomb explodes. And.. Okay shan't elaborate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keith said that I would dream of bombs last night. And guess what? I dreamt that Paris Hilton was going to bomb my yatch! Hahahaha. It was terrifying in the dream. But when I woke up I couldn't stop laughing to myself! Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I better go study for science now (cause i'm forced by some people! tsktsk.). All the previous papers were quite okay. But I knew that I lost some marks in my math paper already. I didn't know how to do that part of proving the area of the hexagon. And all that studying for history paid off big time. Messy and ugly handwritting too! Hahaha. Hope I don't screw up for the science paper! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohwell, see you guys! Hope this post was not too lengthy or wordy. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-279192387307879996?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c077511d545b0409&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/279192387307879996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=279192387307879996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/279192387307879996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/279192387307879996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-d-im-here-because-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RwePJcG_MlI/AAAAAAAAALE/8OJ_vemujkw/s72-c/DSC00471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8857387166831647140</id><published>2007-10-04T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:56:56.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F*ck shit i'm so effing upset now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's going on a trip to batam again at the end of this month and i'm gonna miss out cause it clashes with my class chalet. Big f*ck i'm really very upset. I'm gonna miss all the shopping, all the tanning, all the nice spas, all the beautiful sceneries (imagine the pictures!), all the seafood, all the boat rides, all the fun!!! Damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck I hate this so much. Now I have no mood to study history anymore cause I'm really so effing upset. I really wanna go. Shitttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that my dad has a way to change the tix and rooms that he booked.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I REALLY WANNA GO! Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM SO F*CKING UPSET! Screw this big time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8857387166831647140?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8857387166831647140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8857387166831647140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8857387166831647140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8857387166831647140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/fck-shit-im-so-effing-upset-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8129207209253166620</id><published>2007-10-04T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:54:10.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I think i'm pregnant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay, maybe not.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been having this undying craving for food and nothing is ever good enough to satisfy this insatiable appetite of mine. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see what stupid exams do to you? I want to go on strike. Conduct a protest, OUTDOORS. I don't care. I'm gonna make sure I tear every exam script in sight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8129207209253166620?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8129207209253166620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8129207209253166620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8129207209253166620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8129207209253166620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-im-pregnant.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7989205876358538356</id><published>2007-10-01T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:57:09.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pearlyn, you need your chocolate bars now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pearlyn, you're doing just fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pearlyn, you've just gotta work so very hard for a few more days only!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pearlyn, you are gonna get good results for your EOYs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pearlyn, you can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Pearlyn, what's wrong with you these days?&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn, are the exams getting into your head?&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn, is all that revision driving you up the wall?&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn, are you alright?&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn, why are you so cold and expressionless?&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn, what's with that stare?&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn, i think you need a break.&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn, you know you need your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn, stop living in your own world.&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn, pull yourself together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pearlyn, stop being such a weak, detestable, emo, pathetic, temperamental, nerdy, annoying, egoistic, broken -- bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, no. I don't think you're Pearlyn. Cause Pearlyn is not like that. I'm sorry, I think i've got the wrong person already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7989205876358538356?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7989205876358538356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7989205876358538356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7989205876358538356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7989205876358538356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/10/pearlyn-you-need-your-chocolate-bars.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7884270061014772693</id><published>2007-09-28T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:32:38.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-JULFxB0sk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-JULFxB0sk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRf1yHo7Dzc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRf1yHo7Dzc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;*(^&amp;::"&lt;{+!}@_##:&lt;POIUE+#_#P{@#&gt;E@[pK@OPNN! !!!!!!! &lt;&gt;!NL:KH!LKH!I!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f*ck man?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with China?! &lt;br /&gt;The freaking atomic bomb landed in japan, not china! I don't see why china people have to act like their brains haven't been functioning at all for a long time due to radiation!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, they deny that they copied disneyland. They said their "mickey mouse" is a cat. Goodness, how lame can that get?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously some people in china don't have morals. One lady even said it didn't matter to her whether it was the real or fake thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so infuriating. Super angry now. &lt;br /&gt;I know this news is abit old, but I am still very angry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn down that place right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7884270061014772693?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7884270061014772693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7884270061014772693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7884270061014772693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7884270061014772693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/epkopnn-nlkhlkhi-what-fck-man-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-1191990557374774015</id><published>2007-09-25T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:04:22.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvjwCFW03jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HMuWElZp8kk/s1600-h/BEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114101295467519538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvjwCFW03jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HMuWElZp8kk/s320/BEP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Creds to Karthik for sending me the pic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE BLACK, BLUE AND YOU WORLD TOUR 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially when The Click Five is playing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they do some of their old tracks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, though i'm not a huge fan of BEP, i totally love their music! I mean, I started listening to them since I was in primary school. And of course, they do bring back some great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be dancing all night man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRONT ROW!&lt;br /&gt;With Karthik and Shaun!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Karthik's uncle for paying abit for those awesome tix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114098082831981922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvjtHFW03WI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N9wFmTmGDcc/s200/50cent.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I just realised how cute 50 cent looks when he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;No, not actually like that.&lt;br /&gt;When he gives his "little-boy-grin".&lt;br /&gt;I saw it on TRL yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funny at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Happy Belated Birthday, Charmaine! :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine and I went to Keqing's house to play mahjong in the morning. JingSiang was there too! And we called KFC delivery for lunch. I'm feeling quite guilty that we left straight after eating though! Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114101291172552210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvjwB1W03hI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ry9-lx2NpMo/s320/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to meet Charmaine Choy to go shopping in town for Charmaine's present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114101286877584898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvjwBlW03gI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hq0rZ8dtyPA/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Charmaine Choy and I planned a little surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvjwBVW03fI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_Q2GafaaKmA/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114101282582617586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvjwBVW03fI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_Q2GafaaKmA/s320/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last minute we asked JianHong to buy the cake for us. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114101291172552226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvjwB1W03iI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EhmkM2rZWVw/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had fun girl! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/102/294395091_daca856d23.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;(Creds to GettyImages.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Electra with her skinny jeans, Christian Louboutin pumps and Chloé bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank whoever who started the skinny jeans trend. God they are the most fabulous fashion must-haves. I mean, they're so chic and versatile! The kind of tone down your legs, they don't make your flare tops look too drama, and they can go with anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumps, flats, sneakers, or the latest fall booties (omg, i still can't accept them yet)! They all look perfect. I can't stand uncomfortable girlie footwear so I'm definitely a skinny jeans and flip-flops kind of girl. It gives you this casual but not ac"i-don't-really-bother" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is rather random. It's just the kind of things you think about when you flip through magazines like Bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a long wish list of items!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I want/need so many things!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta earn it though!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's free in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to be contented. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-1191990557374774015?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/1191990557374774015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=1191990557374774015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1191990557374774015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1191990557374774015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/creds-to-karthik-for-sending-me-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvjwCFW03jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HMuWElZp8kk/s72-c/BEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-9153978722233831081</id><published>2007-09-23T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:40:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want you here beside me now so badly.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the days ahead, it just makes me die.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm gonna pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what we have now feels so different.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like that kind of feeling could never have existed.&lt;br /&gt;We don't even know how we could consider ourselves to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nothing's&lt;/span&gt; gonna change that one fact that we both strongly believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nothing's&lt;/span&gt; gonna be a boundary for the dreams we are chasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nothing's&lt;/span&gt; gonna be a restriction for the story that we're gonna write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everyday I feel even more proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Proud that I'm strong.&lt;br /&gt;Proud that I'm not doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;Proud that I'm growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud that I have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason at all to complain about my life because everything seems so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Even though really, beneath this perfect facade lies all the hard times we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time when i was going crazy and hurting myself.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was for you to be beside me and tell me that everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;The time when you were all hungover and feeling so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to be able to be there making sure you're okay when you told me how much you wished I could be beside you, making you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these times hurt.&lt;br /&gt;All those words sting.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of pain is unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;So invisible and non-existent however extremely lethal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows how it feels when the only way you can support someone that means the world to you is over a phone or through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Because in you I find my faith, strength, and courage.&lt;br /&gt;And for that one simple fact of your existence I'm gonna keep holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do the most unexpected things.&lt;br /&gt;You say the most unexpected words.&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile in the most unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;Be it conventional or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like nobody that I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;It's so unbelievable that someone as awesome and as sincere as you can exist.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's like you assure me that no matter what comes our way, we could solve it.&lt;br /&gt;Together.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you just shove that trust in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;And something inside me tells me to grip it really tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not joke.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not a frisky teenage game.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can feel it deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;We might just be so young but we take it as no excuse to act childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope what we're doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;now's&lt;/span&gt; gonna be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;One day maybe, just maybe, we'd be able to break through this wall called "the distance between us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm just feeling this way again cause it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say that Sunday's one of the many million reason why I love you that much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-9153978722233831081?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/9153978722233831081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=9153978722233831081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/9153978722233831081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/9153978722233831081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-you-here-beside-me-now-so-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7673771836391566584</id><published>2007-09-21T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:47:34.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i am desperately looking for these Nicole Richie drapes. The website that has it sold out on it already. If anybody has any lobang, please inform me k. I don't mind forking out anything below 25 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvOuSFW03UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6yXBgpyLnf4/s1600-h/nicole+richie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112621627694439746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvOuSFW03UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6yXBgpyLnf4/s320/nicole+richie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and if anybody has lobang and hoodies, or pop art/vintage/print tees, please tell me alright! I wanna have a look. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See this is what happens when you don't go shopping for two months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell, till later! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7673771836391566584?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7673771836391566584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7673771836391566584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7673771836391566584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7673771836391566584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-i-am-desperately-looking-for-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvOuSFW03UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6yXBgpyLnf4/s72-c/nicole+richie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-4262066347147683373</id><published>2007-09-20T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:49:09.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE FIRST ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (the person who tagged you is) - &lt;strong&gt;Sexy woman LEANNE. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is) - &lt;strong&gt;She's my very sexy friend. And I hope she thinks i'm a sexy friend too. HA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) - &lt;strong&gt;Gorgeous, Sexy Legs, Sunshine Girl, Siao Zha Bor, Funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) - &lt;strong&gt;She listens to your problems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) - &lt;strong&gt;Bollocks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) - &lt;strong&gt;Oh uhm, *coughs*. We'll see when the time comes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) - &lt;strong&gt;Be more ladylike? HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) - &lt;strong&gt;I'd make sure I burn her crumpler. Okay joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) - &lt;strong&gt;How would I know?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) - &lt;strong&gt;I don't know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) - &lt;strong&gt;Giggly girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) - &lt;strong&gt;Okay, they think i'm freaking weird. Abit KB, abit emo, abit of everything not very nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) - &lt;strong&gt;I talk alot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. (the characteristic you hate about yourself is) - &lt;strong&gt;Get too talkative sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) - &lt;strong&gt;The first three people who came to my mind were Avril Lavigne, Keira Knightly and Hayley from Paramore. I don't know why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE SECOND ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dione&lt;br /&gt;2. Keith&lt;br /&gt;3. Leanne&lt;br /&gt;4. Elaine&lt;br /&gt;5. Karthik&lt;br /&gt;6. Shaun&lt;br /&gt;7. Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;8. Jin Han&lt;br /&gt;9. KeQing&lt;br /&gt;10. Liu Hao (HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who is no.6 having a relationship with?) - &lt;strong&gt;He has a friendly relationship with all his friends. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?) - &lt;strong&gt;Male. Wait no, female i think. Okay I give up I can't tell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?) - &lt;strong&gt;OMG I'M LAUGHING MY GUTS OUT. CHARMAINE AND LIUHAO?! HELL NO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What is no.2 studying?) - &lt;strong&gt;Uh, he's studying.. subjects?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?) - &lt;strong&gt;Just today in school i think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of music does no.8 like?) - &lt;strong&gt;Anything that does well on MTV i guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?) - &lt;strong&gt;YES! One brother. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will you woo no.3?) - &lt;strong&gt;No cause I'm not les. But if i turn les one day.. I don't know I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How about no.7?) - &lt;strong&gt;I'm very sure she's highly attracted to me, but no thank you. Haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.4 single?) - &lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE NOTTTTT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What’s the surname of no.5?) - &lt;strong&gt;Rajah. Karthikeyan Rajah s/o Kanak Rajah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What’s the hobby of no.4?) - &lt;strong&gt;Can I say cam-whoring and singing? Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?) - &lt;strong&gt;I guess! They gay with each other in class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where is no.2 studying at?) - &lt;strong&gt;St. Joseph. Not SJI, you won't know one lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Say something casual about no.1) - &lt;strong&gt;Uh, I want to eat ice cream? LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?) - &lt;strong&gt;*COUGHS!* No and never will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where does no.9 live?) - &lt;strong&gt;His aunt's place at Jurong East. Or his own place near Gek Poh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What colour does no.4 like?) - &lt;strong&gt;Pink!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?) - &lt;strong&gt;I think they are! To some extent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.7 like no.2?) - &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY. How can they.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?) - &lt;strong&gt;When I was in primary 5 at my cousin's church?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?) - &lt;strong&gt;Fishes in the tank! She wants dogs though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?) - &lt;strong&gt;Uh, then what's Pete Wentz?! Okay fine she comes second then. Haha! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALRIGHTY I'M DONE. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't gon tag nobody. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copy and paste this in your blog if you wanna! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CIAO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-4262066347147683373?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/4262066347147683373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=4262066347147683373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4262066347147683373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4262066347147683373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-787370824546537590</id><published>2007-09-20T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:01:22.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I haven't updated for awhile. Exams are coming, but I've yet to get the "oh-shit-i've-got-to-do-this" feeling yet! Though I promised myself to do very well this time round. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally addicted to online shopping. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Karthik for the big help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys totally hate the background music that I used to have on my blog. Noticed it's gone? Hahaha. I sort of replced it with mini players. So yeah, go check it out if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when i was deciding on what songs to put up, i made a list. And since it's a pretty tedious one, I reckoned it deserved some recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here We Go Again - &lt;strong&gt;Paramore *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misery Business - &lt;strong&gt;Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Me - &lt;strong&gt;Sum 41 *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? - &lt;strong&gt;FOB *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Take Over, The Break's Over -&lt;strong&gt; FOB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bobbie - &lt;strong&gt;Yellowcard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I Go - &lt;strong&gt;Yellowcard *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeper - &lt;strong&gt;Yellowcard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows and Regrets - &lt;strong&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder - &lt;strong&gt;Boys Like Girls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday - &lt;strong&gt;Boys Like Girls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless The Broken Road - &lt;strong&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I See - &lt;strong&gt;KT Tunstall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time After Time - &lt;strong&gt;Quietdrive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of Me - &lt;strong&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disenchanted - &lt;strong&gt;My Chemical Romance &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must Have Done Something Right - &lt;strong&gt;Relient K *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventure - &lt;strong&gt;Angel and Airwaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little's Enough - &lt;strong&gt;Angels and Airwaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I Stand - &lt;strong&gt;Madina Lake &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious - &lt;strong&gt;Natalie Imbruglia *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Go On My Way - &lt;strong&gt;High School Musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Girls Reply - &lt;strong&gt;JoJo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some nice songs. Old songs, new songs, songs that mean alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;Those with a * beside them are really worth giving a listen to. So for those who really need an update on their media playlists, start downloading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, did I just say download. Haha. LEGALLY, I meant. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, home econs practical was really fun! Me and Hidayat's "Prata Pizza" turned out really well! And man it was so goooooodddddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures I took. My group and some of the other's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112250921503029202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvJdIJLZ99I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-0rjFRe-k54/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our masterpiece! Muahaha. You can try it yourself too! Just go buy instant prata and top it with mozzarella cheese and your favourite ingredients. We used curry chicken. Or sort of. Stole a packet of curry sauce from MacD. HAHA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvJdIZLZ9-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/HNYzH_oQZgs/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112250925797996514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvJdIZLZ9-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/HNYzH_oQZgs/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YuHan and HuiYing's group has really good presentation! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvJdIpLZ9_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/vjemgMbkw0I/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112250930092963826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvJdIpLZ9_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/vjemgMbkw0I/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pon's group did rice burger. Copy MOS!!! Haha, but it looked quite good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvJdIpLZ-AI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AuOPw30Y-uE/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112250930092963842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvJdIpLZ-AI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AuOPw30Y-uE/s320/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shepard's pie by JingSiang's group.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvJdI5LZ-BI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1SzWt64l6-s/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112250934387931154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvJdI5LZ-BI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1SzWt64l6-s/s320/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is done by Sooriyah and Sundheep's group. If i'm not wrong, Sooriyah said this dish is called "Not Spicy, Spicy Noodles". And eh said there's no chilli, chilli powder or whatsoever. But man it was freaking spicy! What the hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and Hid came up with a theory that food that looks good, doesn't taste good. While food that taste good, will not look good. And I totally agreed to this statement after I tasted Mukhtar's fried rice. Haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Better start doing my work and sleeping early. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-787370824546537590?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/787370824546537590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=787370824546537590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/787370824546537590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/787370824546537590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-know-i-havent-updated-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RvJdIJLZ99I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-0rjFRe-k54/s72-c/DSC00419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3872918744687895944</id><published>2007-09-17T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:05:38.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 long weeks, but it still feels like yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday's just dragging on and on.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3872918744687895944?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3872918744687895944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3872918744687895944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3872918744687895944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3872918744687895944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-long-weeks-but-it-still-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-6561582105873018828</id><published>2007-09-16T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:06:20.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0"  width="424" height="360"  id="dl_flvwidget" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets/aolwidget_9.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="settings=90177&amp;pmms=1970368&amp;previewImage=http://music.aol.com/popeater/media/2007/09/fall-out-boy-pete-wentz.jpg&amp;size=large&amp;autoPlay=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets/aolwidget_9.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="424" height="360" name="dl_flvwidget" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" FlashVars="settings=90177&amp;pmms=1970368&amp;previewImage=http://music.aol.com/popeater/media/2007/09/fall-out-boy-pete-wentz.jpg&amp;size=large&amp;autoPlay=0" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY TO GO FALL OUT BOY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-6561582105873018828?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/6561582105873018828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=6561582105873018828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6561582105873018828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6561582105873018828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/way-to-go-fall-out-boy-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8376057932437407002</id><published>2007-09-10T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:53:05.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4xR2es1VvM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4xR2es1VvM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lousy energy. Thought it kinda sucked. Expected more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTU1Vylyf0I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTU1Vylyf0I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought the rehersal was even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blame Sarah Silverman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Britney threatened to ditch her VMA performance just minutes before she took the stage. Want to know why? Britney overheard Sarah Silverman rehearsing her monologue in which she calls Britney's babies mistakes and takes jab after jab at Britney. Britney made it very clear with MTV that Sarah was NOT allowed to talk about her kids, and MTV agreed. That big-mouthed bitch said it anyway. Sam Lufti was overheard backstage screaming at Sarah Silverman because of her outrageous remarks saying: "Sarah Silverman is a seriously unprofessional person to make fun of infants to get a laugh. Making fun of kids is not condonable," and that "she should have picked on someone her own size." Perhaps this why Britney looked upset during her performance. While it is Silverman's job to get a laugh, it should not be at the expense of little babies. Your career must be hurting if you have to turn to bashing infants in order to gain a laugh. You'll get what's yours."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read it from some of the comments given on Youtube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The poor thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohwell! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want this moment&lt;br /&gt;To ever end&lt;br /&gt;Where every thing's nothing, without you&lt;br /&gt;I wait here forever just to,&lt;br /&gt;To see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's true&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I'll stumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;But I mean these words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;With everything, I won't let this go&lt;br /&gt;These words are my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to this moment you know&lt;br /&gt;As I bleed my heart out to show&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts read unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Forever and vow&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of memories&lt;br /&gt;Fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I know what I did and how so&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this go&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's true&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the streets, where I walked alone&lt;br /&gt;With nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;I've come to an end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In front of you're eyes&lt;br /&gt;It falls from the skies&lt;br /&gt;When you don't know what you're looking to find&lt;br /&gt;In front of you're eyes&lt;br /&gt;It falls from the skies&lt;br /&gt;When you just never know what you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(With me - Sum 41)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8376057932437407002?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8376057932437407002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8376057932437407002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8376057932437407002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8376057932437407002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/lousy-energy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2028183705719984189</id><published>2007-09-10T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:28:16.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got bored, so I explored around friendster. Thought this was quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I&lt;br /&gt;have all my organs. I love the sound&lt;br /&gt;of your voice. Every time I hear it, I&lt;br /&gt;wave my arms and legs. The sound of&lt;br /&gt;your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, today I learned how to suck my&lt;br /&gt;thumb. If you could see me, you could&lt;br /&gt;definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm&lt;br /&gt;not big enough to survive outside my&lt;br /&gt;home though. It is so nice and warm in&lt;br /&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Mommy, I'm a girl!! I&lt;br /&gt;hope that makes you happy. I always&lt;br /&gt;want you to be happy. I don't like it&lt;br /&gt;when you cry. You sound so sad. It&lt;br /&gt;makes me sad too, and I cry with you&lt;br /&gt;even though you can't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It&lt;br /&gt;is very short and fine, but I will&lt;br /&gt;have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my&lt;br /&gt;time exercising. I can turn my head&lt;br /&gt;and curl my fingers and toes, and&lt;br /&gt;stretch my arms and legs. I am&lt;br /&gt;becoming quite good at it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to the doctor today. Mommy,&lt;br /&gt;he lied to you. He said that I'm not a&lt;br /&gt;baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I&lt;br /&gt;think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear that doctor again. I don't&lt;br /&gt;like him. He seems cold and heartless.&lt;br /&gt;Something is intruding my home. The&lt;br /&gt;doctor called it a needle. Mommy what&lt;br /&gt;is it? It burns! Please make him stop!&lt;br /&gt;I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP&lt;br /&gt;me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Month 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's&lt;br /&gt;arms. he is holding me. He told me&lt;br /&gt;about abortion. Why didn't you want&lt;br /&gt;me, Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every Abortion Is Just . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more heart that was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Two more eyes that will never see.&lt;br /&gt;Two more hands that will never touch.&lt;br /&gt;Two more legs that will never run.&lt;br /&gt;One more mouth that will never speak. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, if you guys knew how abortion is carried out and all, you wouldn't do anything silly. Cause I've heard stories and they're all really cruel. So yeah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D Just a lil something to start you thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2028183705719984189?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2028183705719984189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2028183705719984189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2028183705719984189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2028183705719984189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-got-bored-so-i-explored-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2165614854566504620</id><published>2007-09-08T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:26:50.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch, my fingertips hurt like crazy after so many hours of playing the guitar yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my fellow classmates from 2/1.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE'VE BOOKED THE CHALET!!! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who? Everyone from 2/1 invited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where? Island Resort East Coast Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? Double storey unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When? 27-29 Oct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How? Further details of costs will be given later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for the chalet man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really think that we have to charter a bus. It's really troublesome to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and all we have to do now is to get approval from Mdm Ker for our class jersey design. Don't worry peeps, it's coming soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107731064846538658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RuJOV3Bn16I/AAAAAAAAAIU/awCyRfYGz5Y/s320/classjerseydesign+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's probably gonna go on the bottom with all our names stacked on top, then the school logo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2165614854566504620?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2165614854566504620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2165614854566504620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2165614854566504620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2165614854566504620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/ouch-my-fingertips-hurt-like-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RuJOV3Bn16I/AAAAAAAAAIU/awCyRfYGz5Y/s72-c/classjerseydesign+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-6003138780235913437</id><published>2007-09-07T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:48:37.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay people, get ready for Britney at the VMA's this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gimme More - Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lfXWdzWOrKU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lfXWdzWOrKU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the video, just the single.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Britney no matter what people say about her. And I totally can't wait for her new album to be out. Though another song that leaked out, called "Cold as Fire", sounds horrible cause she sang it so squeaky and all that. But they believe that it was the person that leaked the song who went to alter it and made the pitch all weird and stuff, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walking Disaster - Sum 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7H6iU2NNPXU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7H6iU2NNPXU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A super funny video by Sum 41 on one of their new songs, Walking Disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Light Up The Sky - Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZj-0nHmtuM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZj-0nHmtuM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that's really getting into my head these days.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Key looks as cute as ever. I don't care if some of you disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see, my holidays are so boring that i've started to watch videos on Youtube. Kinda sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-6003138780235913437?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/6003138780235913437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=6003138780235913437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6003138780235913437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6003138780235913437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-people-get-ready-for-britney-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2099337366284542571</id><published>2007-09-05T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:57:28.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dknyjeanspromo.com/clandestineindustries/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.dknyjeanspromo.com/clandestineindustries/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP, DKNY JEANS' FALL COLLECTION IS PETE WENTZ INSPIRED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They designed a tee shirt (think Andy Warhol) of Pete's dog Hemingway (Yes! The one you see in the "The Take Over, The Breaks Over" video!) and I think it looked awesome. They also made prints of some of Pete's tattoos on the clothing and stuff like that. You guys should go check it out. Its really effing cool. The whole collection's just very, dark and chic i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i'd give up my life savings (though I have none at the moment) if anyone could help me get my hands on that hoodie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't see many DKNY boutiques in Singapore at all. So I doubt we'd get to see the collection. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I can't wait for the next time Fall Out Boy's gonna make a trip here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETE WENTZ. PETE WENTZ. PETE WENTZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2099337366284542571?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2099337366284542571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2099337366284542571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2099337366284542571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2099337366284542571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7042332032791510754</id><published>2007-09-04T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:34:09.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay, I am officially broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have now is 5 dollars for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really satisfied with all the barang that I bought though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more shopping as of today, i'm gonna spend my time slogging my butt off for the exams. And trying to sell all my items off! I managed to sell my MP4 already. Anyone interested in a PS2? Contact me okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to really like this skin. I don't know why! But looking at Pete Wentz just makes my day. Doesn't it?! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I could see you, that'd make my week man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make Leanne's blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make Dione's blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sketch out my study plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sketch out a plan for my spenditure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Clear my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Point a knife at someone and make him/her buy my 2nd hand stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Earn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Earn more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lose more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Go book the class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Go settle the class tee shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Clean up my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Buy new guitar strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Think of other things to put under my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I think that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7042332032791510754?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7042332032791510754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7042332032791510754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7042332032791510754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7042332032791510754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-i-am-officially-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-1932585826387058633</id><published>2007-09-03T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T18:57:27.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I thought it was about time I did a Pete Wentz skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A skin of my favourite member of Fall Out Boy and also my favourite song from their Infinity On High record. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a feeling they'd release a video for "The Take Over, The Breaks Over" and I was freaking right!!! I hope they do one for "Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, face it guys. Everyone loves Pete Wentz more than Patrick Stump. But I feel so bad for the man. I don't know. Proves that in showbiz, it takes more than talent to gain popularity. But still, I love Pete. He is hot, he is crazy. I nearly screamed my head off when he did a segment for TRL that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, I do sound like one of those bimbos running down the street chasing after their idols huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell, if you guys got the time, go download or buy Yellowcard's new record, Paper Walls. It's fantastic I tell you! Much better than Lights and Sounds. I thought Light and Sounds was quite boring actually, except for a few outstanding songs. But this record's really consistent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/8d/Paperwalls.jpg/180px-Paperwalls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, next stop, Sum 41! HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-1932585826387058633?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/1932585826387058633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=1932585826387058633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1932585826387058633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1932585826387058633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-i-thought-it-was-about-time-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-6246779202397970724</id><published>2007-09-03T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:08:57.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I haven't been updating.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, haven't been in the mood for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just finished HSM 2. &lt;em&gt;Yeah yeah, how did I get it, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really awesome! You guys should go catch it when it airs on disney channel later this month. It's definitely bigger and better than the previous one. This instalment has much more choreography and as usual, the songs are fantastic. Troy and Gabriella are such a cute couple! On and off screen, that is. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this song alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iYWxfNSjYk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iYWxfNSjYk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soundtrack has been out for some time, so you guys should go get it. There're lots of other nice songs in there. The only disappointment I had was that Vanessa Hudgens didn't do a solo. Like "When There Was You And Me", I loved that one alot! But other than that, I assure that you'd be looping those songs over and over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, it's the holidays now. And I guess its less of a holiday because I have to start to take my work really seriously now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell, exams are coming. I can't help it right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I wanted to post the pictures from the Nanjing students' visits and all that stuff. But yeah, I figured that it'd be too time consuming. So maybe another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here are some random pictures I took recently! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105863617361205058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rtur6HBn10I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tRLfKIjLW_8/s320/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I sure do miss my primary school mates! We had so much fun at KFC. Never laughed so hard in a lonnnnggggg time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105863621656172370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rtur6XBn11I/AAAAAAAAAHs/PIojvyzmW8c/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool huh. A rainbow over KQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105863625951139682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rtur6nBn12I/AAAAAAAAAH0/QnJbilW3N1Q/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my little buddy from Pandan Primary that i help in the reading programme! She's korean and her name's Lee Ju Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105863634541074290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rtur7HBn13I/AAAAAAAAAH8/5B-yM6KqQ-A/s320/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That day my group members came over to practice for our lit drama. But we ended up playing mahjong on the floor. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105863638836041602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rtur7XBn14I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Zrp0E2kXpKQ/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Literature drama! Not my group though. I thought everyone did a great job. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohwell, hope this post contains enough juice for you. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-6246779202397970724?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/6246779202397970724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=6246779202397970724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6246779202397970724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6246779202397970724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-know-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rtur6HBn10I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tRLfKIjLW_8/s72-c/DSC00380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7491258409364215482</id><published>2007-08-26T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:24:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There we go again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7491258409364215482?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7491258409364215482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7491258409364215482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7491258409364215482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7491258409364215482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-we-go-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3079845809472181586</id><published>2007-08-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:55:23.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate why there's no iPhone or Sidekick in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;So much for being a first-world country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that i never managed to find my Roxy board shorts when they got lost.&lt;br /&gt;How can a pair of shorts get stolen?!&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate why people have to be so cheapo and use fake LeSportsac Bags.&lt;br /&gt;The authentics ones are the ones with the non-graphic material as the strap.&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you can't afford it, then don't buy it and spoil the image of the brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how there's always so little time for so much things to do.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I don't have enough money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how nobody's willing to buy my stuff on Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I hate life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3079845809472181586?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3079845809472181586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3079845809472181586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3079845809472181586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3079845809472181586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-why-theres-no-iphone-or-sidekick.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7995698611487060741</id><published>2007-08-20T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:13:15.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd never forget yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Never, in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;It felt just like magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our wildest dreams came true. When we talked about them, it felt as if it was just a fairytale. We both thought we had to wait forever. We both thought everything was just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams do come true.&lt;br /&gt;Ours did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on that beach for countless of times. But it never felt as special as it did when I was with you. It feels so nice just to be by your side knowing that i'm talking to you face to face, heart to heart. I wished we never had to leave that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss getting wet in the rain with you. I miss sitting on the rocks with you. I miss counting the stars with you. I miss trying to prove my stupid theories wrong with you. I miss watching the sunset with you. I miss staring at all those beautiful factory lights with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss every single moment I spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you've left and it's getting harder by the moment. It's becoming so difficult for me. I don't know. I can't afford to wait another year to see you again. It's just so hard to know that things are going back to the way they were last time. Now you're probably a thousand miles away already. We'd both have to get on with our lives at wherever we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talking to you or even better, seeing you, makes everything worthwhile. You make me realise so many things in life. You always set me back on track. You seem to always know how I feel and what i'm going to say. You always know how to say the right words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're right. This might be so painful, but memories stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to see you go. I wish you never had to. It just kills me. I hear all those planes soaring above my roof and all I think about is you leaving on the plane already. Time didn't have make the good times past so fast. Distance didn't have to become a barrier between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like you said, that's what makes everything so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had as much fun as I did. I'm sorry this whole thing had to end so fast. I promise I'd go back to visit this year end. I give you my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry. I just couldn't speak on the phone. I just couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all good things have to come to an end huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks, i feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7995698611487060741?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7995698611487060741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7995698611487060741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7995698611487060741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7995698611487060741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/08/id-never-forget-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2341008907654929494</id><published>2007-08-07T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:48:46.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEITH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Keith!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*claps and cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm acting retarded here. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, Keith you're finally older than me huh!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you'd always be the little boy you are to me!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been hectic cause the people from the Nanjing exchange programme are here in Singapore and I've been basically driven crazy busy by all the things i have to do. So ya, i doubt i'd update that quick. But i promise i'd post pictures this weekend!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg do my things now.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2341008907654929494?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2341008907654929494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2341008907654929494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2341008907654929494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2341008907654929494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-keith-yay-throws.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-436567812449388639</id><published>2007-08-02T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:58:02.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 things that I really want to scream out loud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's happening to you? Is it not possible to go back to how things were a few months ago? Don't make me lose faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's okay laughing at a joke. But this joke has gone too far. How would you feel if I insulted your best friend and called him/her a fat pig/whore/bitch/bastard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've got too many things to do, too many emotions handle at one go. My brain system might just crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I feel like i'm being treated like a replacement. Like a fill-in character who actually has no worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Despite feeling like crap, i'm still very excited about this saturday's outing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-436567812449388639?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/436567812449388639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=436567812449388639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/436567812449388639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/436567812449388639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-things-that-i-really-want-to-scream.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-9014682756865531717</id><published>2007-08-01T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:36:07.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgW2lYPMZ14"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgW2lYPMZ14" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, the full version. &lt;br /&gt;I took alot of time and effort to do this, so did you guys also.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we deserve to show people what we've done yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-9014682756865531717?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/9014682756865531717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=9014682756865531717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/9014682756865531717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/9014682756865531717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-you-go-full-version.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2025081479632571375</id><published>2007-08-01T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:23:32.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm getting upset with everything and everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice feeling to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2025081479632571375?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2025081479632571375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2025081479632571375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2025081479632571375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2025081479632571375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-getting-upset-with-everything-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-677367470492287442</id><published>2007-07-18T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:52:58.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, I wanna update on something.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to update on.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess I'd just post for the sake of posting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'd post random pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088444704569927634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rp3Jf8Mbp9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/bKObf57q3Zs/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY AND DADDY BOUGHT ME A HUGE SPONGEBOB!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I officially have one sponge/starfish too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's proof that I am indeed Wonder Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088444708864894946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rp3JgMMbp-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LVV9SGA6WWI/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I took apart two computer systems and assembled two other all in a matter of 2 ++ hours okay. ALL BY MYSELF! And I only got a Bronze Award for my NAPFA test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088444717454829554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rp3JgsMbp_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/TGgRC7oQyzY/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T YOU GUYS MISS DUNKIN' DONUTS?!&lt;br /&gt;Doncha?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying for doughnuts like these. My parents got em' from M'sia. It was heavenly! Oh gosh, if I had enough capital, I'd open a doughnut shop in the neighbourhood that doesn't attract a crowd so big that my customers need 5 freaking hours to queue up for it. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me hungry. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know what to say next.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go back to my movie marathon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. OKAY. LOL. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's silly for me to miss you, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean, come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-677367470492287442?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/677367470492287442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=677367470492287442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/677367470492287442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/677367470492287442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha-i-wanna-update-on-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rp3Jf8Mbp9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/bKObf57q3Zs/s72-c/DSC00204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8353758077560968548</id><published>2007-07-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:55:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpOLbPFLXZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ECiMuOgbmkk/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085561704252398994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpOLbPFLXZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ECiMuOgbmkk/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All eyes on you, superstar.&lt;br /&gt;Smile for the camera, or not.&lt;br /&gt;You call the shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't get it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try looking at issues from many different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'd find that certain things which used to bear such insignificance could actually be a big deal afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that whatever that you have right now will stay with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume that everything will go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start learning, reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;You might just realise your imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby gimme a time machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's driving me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's gonna listen to me when you're not around at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8353758077560968548?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8353758077560968548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8353758077560968548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8353758077560968548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8353758077560968548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-eyes-on-you-superstar.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpOLbPFLXZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ECiMuOgbmkk/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-9074564230261668852</id><published>2007-07-08T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:29:25.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, photos from Be Yourself Day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this came abit late. But ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;Too busy these days, so i'd just write short captions.&lt;br /&gt;Happy viewing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpEKbfFLXVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iZzPzpDSiLk/s1600-h/DSCN2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084856921593961810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpEKbfFLXVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iZzPzpDSiLk/s320/DSCN2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthik in his Japanese pyjamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpEKb_FLXWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MVRvdyl77vM/s1600-h/DSCN2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084856930183896418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpEKb_FLXWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MVRvdyl77vM/s320/DSCN2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perry and I! Omg, one of my first seniors in choir.&lt;br /&gt;PERRY SMILE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpEKcvFLXXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vO7E0YlwS00/s1600-h/DSCN2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084856943068798322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpEKcvFLXXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vO7E0YlwS00/s320/DSCN2399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Ms Wong in the center. Haha. They were a cute bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpEKc_FLXYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WStTZexd1NU/s1600-h/DSCN2422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084856947363765634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpEKc_FLXYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WStTZexd1NU/s320/DSCN2422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Shaun, Char Choy, Ivan and I went to eat cakes after that.&lt;br /&gt;OH AND THE ARCADE! We had fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpD7JvFLXQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rKlNXOKP-FU/s1600-h/DSCN2418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084840123976867074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpD7JvFLXQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rKlNXOKP-FU/s320/DSCN2418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get a shot with cosplay boy. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpD7J_FLXRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bDhJI1Yzlmg/s1600-h/DSCN2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084840128271834386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpD7J_FLXRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bDhJI1Yzlmg/s320/DSCN2371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpD7KfFLXSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FHtlwaZEfwk/s1600-h/DSCN2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084840136861768994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpD7KfFLXSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FHtlwaZEfwk/s320/DSCN2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang of boys. Looking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpD7KvFLXTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/29RTc_pLINU/s1600-h/DSCN2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084840141156736306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpD7KvFLXTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/29RTc_pLINU/s320/DSCN2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpD7K_FLXUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yjFVYPMDJKs/s1600-h/DSCN2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084840145451703618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpD7K_FLXUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yjFVYPMDJKs/s320/DSCN2381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeQing, JingSiang and LiuHao being gay, as always.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Ms Wong is getting more worried these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've been really busy, so hardly blogged.&lt;br /&gt;But well, if you wanna see some more cute pictures, goto &lt;a href="http://enigmaticsmile-.blogspot.com"&gt;Dione's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She has really adorable pictures of Shirleen (Elaine's sister) and us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suitcase of memories, time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's only been a day, but it feels like forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-9074564230261668852?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/9074564230261668852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=9074564230261668852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/9074564230261668852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/9074564230261668852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-photos-from-be-yourself-day-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RpEKbfFLXVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iZzPzpDSiLk/s72-c/DSCN2389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-5271735420805979757</id><published>2007-07-03T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:50:05.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQI8q1jiTEo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQI8q1jiTEo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched me the same way this video did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4y-RzVGrHg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4y-RzVGrHg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think about sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2003/iraq/forces/casualties/"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2003/iraq/forces/casualties/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A continually updated list on the casualties during the war in Iraq.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why these people have to be the ones who suffer?&lt;br /&gt;I find it so hard, just reading on how they died and to see their faces looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it just makes me wanna cherish the people around me more.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that people are gonna have the impression that i'm acting all sensitive here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I know how it really feels when someone leaves you and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;Like how I saw my grandfather pass away in front of my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, that was the worst thing my eyes had ever beheld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's scary to know that's he's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of regret for not caring enough for him when he was alive, especially when he had cancer.&lt;br /&gt;I was young and stupid, what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much I can do now, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Man never knows how to cherish whatever he has until he has lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-5271735420805979757?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/5271735420805979757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=5271735420805979757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5271735420805979757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/5271735420805979757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7401432927842123468</id><published>2007-06-24T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:37:54.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY, I KNOW I NEVER UPDATE ONE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't blame me, I've been busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have time to do the things that I wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy that I even forgot to change my contact lenses at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares into the silent crowd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM REALLY BUSY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY WITH SCHOOLWORK PILLING UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BELIEVE ME?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shan't be crapping too much for the sake of elongating this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys want juice, i'd give you juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/GLITTERDOLL_X"&gt;HTTP://WWW.XANGA.COM/GLITTERDOLL_X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this blog quite some time ago. But I never publicised it, till today that is. I guess it'd be like a photography blog or something like that from now on. So yeah, check back often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I GTG NOW! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Look Yossi, I UPDATED ALRIGHT! Damnit. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7401432927842123468?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7401432927842123468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7401432927842123468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7401432927842123468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7401432927842123468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-i-know-i-never-update-one-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-1131473843006994304</id><published>2007-06-19T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:44:51.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been really stressful. I'm not kidding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job, is a killer job. It's probably ten times more difficult than going door-to-door to sell ice cream. Being an (A)SL is not as simple as it seems. It's not just reading a score and playing the notes. And omg, i can't even read the score properly. I haven't done my theory work for like 2 years now and i've totally lost touch with the technical aspect of music. But the pressure of seeing a bunch of people getting bored because of you is way more stressful than having two people not being able to figure out a simple rhythm. So yeah, it's damn difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my hat off to Sharon and Ruth man.&lt;br /&gt;I think they did such a good job last year.&lt;br /&gt;Now being in their shoes makes me feel bad for always being lazy during sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not good enough to be standing in front of you people and I know i'm pretty unworthy in certain ways but rest assure that i'm trying my best to not let anyone down right now. And altos, I really hope you guys would bear with my bad playing. I can't play for nuts, that's the problem. I get nervous lah, damnit! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jerlyn is doing a great job, so yeah. LISTEN TO HER!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here I am, struggling to bear the dire consequences of this privilege that i'm given. "Consequences?", you might ask. Look, for this bonus I had to make sacrifices. And it's not like I had a choice most of the time. But people don't see two sides of the story you know. People, in general, tend to look at the adverse side of matters. And it's not like I can help it. I'm not superwoman and I definitely do not have the authority to change mindsets of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you try, and you really do to the extend that you get tired, but you still can't get people to notice your good intentions. Sometimes they overlook certain matters, or maybe they just don't think rationally in a state of frustration. I don't blame anyone for having a point of view of their own. And I don't blame anyone for becoming agitated and letting their actions speak for their emotions. Cause I know, if I were them, I'd feel the same way too. Maybe I wouldn't be very vocal about it only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a joke, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been very vocal about anything that pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing that makes everything so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day as i'm complaining about how others are treating me, I find out that there's no equality in the first place because I myself made a choice to NOT treat myself fairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many, you might just be swimming aimlessly in this whole pool of words. But to some, i'm sure you can relate to my experience and see yourself in this picture. A few might even understand what's the true purpose of my post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be careful here and not post anything that might make me sound like i'm just being selfish and just trying to make myself sound pitiful. And i'm trying to maintain my composure and making sure I do not go bonkers here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I born half as important as others?&lt;br /&gt;Am I born inferior to those around me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I born just to swallow crap from other people?&lt;br /&gt;Am I born as a slave?&lt;br /&gt;Am I born to turn absurdity into reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN! If no one noticed, I'm standing here waving my arms frantically in the air and proving to you that I am a human who has a simple system of logic installed in my brain and though I may not be very intellectual or pretty, I think that if anybody wants to express your displeasure towards me you should do it in a reasonable manner! I don't mind if you bring me down, or point out my mistakes, or try to condemn me till i'm speechless and to a point when no more self-defense would help me anymore. I'd just swallow and take it down! So what's the big deal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. What's the big fuss all about. I've been keeping mum about alot of things and acting as if they don't really bother me for so long already. Doesn't hurt if I just do it once more, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.. it won't hurt. Nothing ever does anymore. I'm quite sick and tired already.&lt;br /&gt;But it's always good to come home to someone who understands you when no one else does.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i'm gonna sort my life out somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You know my feet might be a size 8/9 but i'm sure you'd be able to stand in my shoes somehow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I guess different people have different characters. Some people can get kicked in the ass for a million times and not feel the pain while others start to whine at their first shot. It's just like how a commoner who lives in a 2-bedroom HDB apartment in Clementi would survive in Changi prison but someone with the status of Paris Hilton would practically die inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paris Hilton should start to wonder how these commoners actually survive through..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how can you blame Paris Hilton?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I know I don't! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-1131473843006994304?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/1131473843006994304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=1131473843006994304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1131473843006994304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1131473843006994304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-has-been-really-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7358529977938593457</id><published>2007-06-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:09:10.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, I feel like this holiday is meaningless. I haven't done any extraordinary things yet. Other than going to sell ice cream door-to-door, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do volunteer work!&lt;br /&gt;Get a dog!&lt;br /&gt;Go back to kuching!&lt;br /&gt;Write a song!&lt;br /&gt;Lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;Have a day of ultimate splurging!&lt;br /&gt;Finish my homework!&lt;br /&gt;Change my hairstyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that life is not fufilling enough. Like, everyday is so freaking routine. I do my rounds over and over and over again. What's so great about that? I want my life to be filled with excitement everyday! I want to be doing something new all the time. Don't you feel like your days are filled with tasks that have to be completed? Don't you feel that your time is tied closely to a to-do list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do.&lt;br /&gt;It gets sick and suffocating sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think i'm addicted to this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weikiat.net/wicked/?page_id=4"&gt;http://www.weikiat.net/wicked/?page_id=4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few levels are lame. But once you make it to the higher levels you'd find it very challenging and fun! The puzzles really make you think man. I'm currently stuck at level 36 and i swear i have no clue on how to move on. Get there quick and help me out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, don't say i never update ya!&lt;br /&gt;I do it quite frequent okay. Though i know they're rather pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to do a photo post the next time!&lt;br /&gt;If i have the time and energy to spare, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know whether I like it this way, or whether I don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I do, most of the time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But something's missing, and I can't seem to figure out what it is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But how can that be, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Afterall, you're my special something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7358529977938593457?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7358529977938593457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7358529977938593457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7358529977938593457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7358529977938593457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/06/honestly-i-feel-like-this-holiday-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-124725532912289499</id><published>2007-06-07T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:19:27.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RmgvHyrIh4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/PMqzDSOSQZA/s1600-h/screamyourheartout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073356791141140354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RmgvHyrIh4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/PMqzDSOSQZA/s320/screamyourheartout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All she sees is the tears in her own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels when you scream and you don't hear a sound?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(when everything she does is f*cking wrong.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-124725532912289499?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/124725532912289499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=124725532912289499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/124725532912289499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/124725532912289499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-she-sees-is-tears-in-her-own-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RmgvHyrIh4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/PMqzDSOSQZA/s72-c/screamyourheartout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-6380089513790315523</id><published>2007-05-28T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:24:10.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music is my saviour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a remedy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; holidays.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i've been strumming the guitar or hitting the piano keys alot more often these days. I'm starting to get addicted! But I can't help it, i'm bored like crap with nothing inconstructive for me to do. Heck i can't be bothered to touch that pile of homework. We've decided to give each other some space and privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'm gonna jam with Charmaine tmr!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. You know how much it sucks to lock yourself in a room and playing music to your ownself? It's lonely and pathetic. I feel like a.. dog wandering around the streets? Shit, that's wrong. Wait, thats exactly how i feel now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the first day of the holidays, and i'm already starting to feel frustrated. I can't seem to find a freaking job, i've gotta go back to school everyday for NYAA, i've got a mountain of homework that i don't wanna do, i wanna go shopping but i'm not all that rich at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why some people have to try so hard to be someone they're not. You know when you try too hard to be let's say.. cool, you give people the impression that you're a wannabe? I don't understand how a person can change so much in a matter of days. Maybe it's just me who can't let go of the old you. Yeah, just take it as i can't accept reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, here's something cute for you. I recorded this during the Nanjing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK YOU CAN SING LIKE THEM?! THINK AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKD-97RwXKA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can kick butt eh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, i'm hungry now but I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i went to watch Pirates of the Carribean yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the ending was very very nice. I mean, it was so touching and all that! I don't know how to describe it. But the scences were so beautiful and the timing was so perfect. You SERIOUSLY need to catch it if you haven't. It's the kind of movie that i'd give up my chocolates for. And come on! It's worth the money to see Keira Knightly on screen right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069547036913347458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RlqmK6Naq4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0ItpZRdoA2s/s320/keira8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of those pics i once used for my skins.)&lt;br /&gt;Admit it man! This british babe can act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh, and have you got your SHREK EARS yet?!&lt;br /&gt;ONLY 2 DOLLARRRRRR! *uses hongkong accent*&lt;br /&gt;And 100% of the proceeds goto charity, come on don't so giam siak lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've done my fair bit of updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I didn't mean to meet you then, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were just kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I know you did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-6380089513790315523?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/6380089513790315523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=6380089513790315523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6380089513790315523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6380089513790315523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/05/music-is-my-saviour.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RlqmK6Naq4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0ItpZRdoA2s/s72-c/keira8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-1893125555035782833</id><published>2007-05-18T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:14:39.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh finally i get to blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Create Post' page seemed to be giving problems for the past week. Looks like it was a problem with Singnet instead of Blogger. So yeah, using some manual way to resolve the problem until Singnet or Blogger gets this thing sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i knooooww, my birthday is way over.&lt;br /&gt;But i still wanna thank all of you people who wished me, or got me a pressie, or celebrated my birthday with me. :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS TO BITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to X, i wasn't even angry in the first place! I didn't even kick up a fuss or complain to ANYONE. Actually i didn't take that matter to mind at all, until that day you came confronting me. I mean, what was I to do?! I was accused for something i didn't do! I'm not to blame if someone just tags at my blog and assumes that i'm upset with something i'm not! But still, i'm sorry for flaring up. I'm sorry, i just couldn't help but to feel angry for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. here's something cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#4A024C&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-37B19502.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=Fashion, fashion, fashion!&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_45782961.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=Rock n Roll!&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_276D3B22.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=Chocolates, sinful!&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1CC3FA29.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=Love is freedom.&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=Seriously, thats disgusting!&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3AC7E3DE.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=That feels warm. (:&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_0A837525.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=Hmmm, which one to pick?!&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2170B234.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=Omg, a big glamourous house!&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=A nice tan on the beach!&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1BCD47AD.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=A lil shopping indulgence. &amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1F8FF9B4.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=Cruising on the seas!&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D8228ED.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=Nice drink! Strawberries, yum!&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7D3E11DD.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=I love the sea. &amp;moodlabel=WILD CAT&amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=282546-2f85&amp;amp;srv=iwebcl5" bgcolor="#4A024C" quality="best" enablejavascript="false" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=282546-2f85&amp;srv=iwebcl5"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really cute personality test.&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored, so yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uhmm yeah, I changed my blog song again.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Say OK video so much!&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE ZAC FROM HSM IS IN IT!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i simply love his new layered hair.&lt;br /&gt;He looks way more dashing!&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but to stare at V. Hudgen's cheek bones.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065539205360954194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RkxpEaNaq1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/4P8Pja4WXwM/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so pretty?!&lt;br /&gt;It was like 7.30 at night.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if its blur, took it through the mrt window.&lt;br /&gt;I love to look at the skies. One day when you're walking on the streets, you should just stop and lift your head. You'd find out that you've been living under something really very magnificent and beautiful. It's just that you don't stop and take notice of it, or give it your attention.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not satisfied with my results.&lt;br /&gt;I think i did really bad for my geography.&lt;br /&gt;Such a stupid waste. I never worked so hard for an examination before, and i've never gotten such horrid results. This is so unfair. I believe I deserve so much more. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RkxpEqNaq2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RF7DL8fPBJM/s1600-h/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065539209655921506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RkxpEqNaq2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RF7DL8fPBJM/s320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so cute?!&lt;br /&gt;Got it as a birthday present. The mail came in fast! Like within two days since Keith sent it out. Now i've got 2 sponges and 3 starfishes in my house. Omg, i'm starting to transform my house into a Bikini Bottom. Haha! :D Oh and I just have to mention Dione's birthday present! Every year she never fails to come up with something really creative! I loveeddd the scrapbook, really. It's sososo pretty! And it's pink all over. Really brought back alot of memories, especially from the chalet last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and two days ago i went to Toys 'R' Us with LiuHao and Jordan and guess what i saw?!&lt;br /&gt;A MONOPOLY AND GAME OF LIFE SET, SPONGEBOB VERSION! :D&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i want them so badly! But its darn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other funny things happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, because Jordan was playing Best of Both Worlds by Hannah Montanna on my phone, AND LIUHAO SANG ALONG FOR ONE LINE! ONE FREAKING LINE! Can you imagine him singing?! He was like.. "Beesstt of borth worldss!!!" And then he gave a shy smile! Omg, it was freaking funny. JUST IMAGINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, well this is a great observation by LH. You know there's a kiosk outside Vincent Watches in the middle of the two escalators that sells "four-leaf clover" accessories in jurong point? They say that the four-leaf clover is supposed to bring good luck, prosperity and all that crap right? But there was not a single person at the stall! Do you get the irony? The sales of the stall reflects on whether the four-leaf clover really is that effective. GET IT?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lameeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RkxpFKNaq3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/nUNQd_RcnRM/s1600-h/DSC00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065539218245856114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RkxpFKNaq3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/nUNQd_RcnRM/s320/DSC00057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do the wrong thing and spoil my life once again. I've been making bad choices in the past. This year i'm starting to feel like i'm slowing down and being less impulsive. So I don't wanna rush into any decisions. We don't have to be of any paticular status to prove anything more special than what we already have. I hope you know that it's a gigantic risk to me. Especially when you're gambling with the person you lean your whole world on. The fact that we're in contact itself is already a very huge miracle. To find someone who has that much in common as me, and knows whats going on in my mind without even trying to, is a another blessing altogether.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just know that i'm very lucky to have you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-1893125555035782833?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1893125555035782833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1893125555035782833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-finally-i-get-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RkxpEaNaq1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/4P8Pja4WXwM/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-8670697789925461423</id><published>2007-05-02T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:06:04.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm not emo lah, what the heck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there's still hope in life and there's so many things for me to be happy about! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i'm saying this because i'm in a pretty good mood. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things that i can be happy about: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I lost 2 kg within 2 weeks! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I've got Pete Wentz to oogle at. (Man i love this fall out boy so much.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cdn-20.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/aliciawentz/default/msg-116451294154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might not look THAT handsome in this picture, but he's damn hot in the videos okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I seem to always have good returns during my shopping sprees. (Like how i bought this TopShop top for a super super super low price and i'm damn happy about it? Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After running around pleading people to lend me their copies of Photoshop CS, one came knocking at my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The sky is beautiful, be it night or day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Someone never fails to make me smile every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The girls always seem to win when we play those games which Ms Tan brings to class, and that feels great! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It feels great to be in love.. with music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Exams are coming, but i ain't feeling stressed yet. Wait, that's a bad thing isn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. OUR CHOIR GOT A GOLD THAT WE ARE PROUD OF. (So what if the honours are gone?! We sang with great pride, that's what matters.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm done with my list. Maybe i should do this more often, you know.&lt;br /&gt;It's a healthy habit, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've blogged a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So DON'T SAY I NEVER BLOG, I BUSY, I LAZY, I IRRESPONSIBLE YADAH YADAH "YAKITY YAKITY YAK". (omg, that sounds familiar, doesn't it? hmmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, someone's birthday is coming on the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whose it is.&lt;br /&gt;Think harder, maybe you'll get to it!&lt;br /&gt;You may even decide to get a present! :D&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that wonderful?! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok byeeee sweethearts. &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-8670697789925461423?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/8670697789925461423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=8670697789925461423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8670697789925461423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/8670697789925461423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-not-emo-lah-what-heck.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3661039542941319288</id><published>2007-04-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:06:32.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those songs, they just drown me with memories.&lt;br /&gt;I remember it as if it was just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But in fact, it's been 365 long days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember? Do you?&lt;br /&gt;I bet it meant nothing to you, nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck i still hate you. You never knew you could leave me so deeply hurt, did you? I hate the sight of you. Seeing you makes anger swell so hard within me. Everything and anything that has got to do with you, it still makes me sick. You're still the big fat jerk you are. And i'd never forgive you for turning me into the broken person i am now. You never knew that you could make such drastic changes to someone else's life just like that, did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for teaching me a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;A lesson that i'd never ever forget, for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am thoroughly ashamed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed at my foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed at my naivety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashamed that i still believe there's still some goodness in you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised a friend i wouldn't be upset about today. That it's just gonna be like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today just feels different.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how much of a loser i am.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how things have never been right.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how much of a monster someone can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I still hate you badly.&lt;br /&gt;I wished you were dead, &lt;em&gt;you f*cking liar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, just get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3661039542941319288?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3661039542941319288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3661039542941319288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3661039542941319288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3661039542941319288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/04/those-songs-they-just-drown-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-7443112602366962662</id><published>2007-04-28T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:37:10.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, yesterday was OFFICIALLY the most RIDICULOUS day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaun, Raphael, Elaine and I were deciding where to go for lunch. We walked past Pizza Hut and this lady came up to us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "Hey could you guys help me do a survey?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us: "What survey?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: "Oh, just help us eat a pizza and fill out a survey form."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys: "Okay lah! Set lah. Got pizza to eat leh. Let's go!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elaine and I: "Uhhhhhh." *bites lip*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then as the boys followed the lady into Pizza Hut, Elaine and I started laughing really really really really really really badly. WE WERE SO MALUUUUU! I swear i could've just died at that moment. I really didn't wanna go in! HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end we still did. :D&lt;br /&gt;Some cwss seniors were there too, so i didn't feel so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058468022366646290" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RjNJ3YzWMBI/AAAAAAAAADc/M9y29qsrY7A/s400/pizzasurvey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry if the image quality is lousy, or if its too small.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i have to admit it. I LOVED the pizza. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love cheese alot. So that cheese fondue was just superb! When it goes on the menu, you guys should really go try no matter how much it costs. It would be SUPER WORTH IT! Besides, its such an original idea, give them some credit for that lah! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the end of the survey we each received a $5 Pizza Hut voucher. So we went to spend it straight away! Ordered 4 set meals (which had like soups and drinks and all that sort) and each of us only had to pay $2. Omg, i don't know whether that's considered a very good deal or just the result of a very very weird day. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm officially trying to lose weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO FREAKING FAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's just my legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY ARE SUPER FAT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WAR HAS COMMENCED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM DETERMINED TO HAVE LANKY LEGS INSTEAD OF THUNDER THIGHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh f*ck, i don't know how many million calories i have to burn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my cousin is coming to my house to stay for the rest of the year starting from this Tuesday. (I have a strong feeling that i've mentioned about this before.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that means i have 3 more days to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Fart at will. (OMG, I'M GONNA MISS DOING THAT ALOT! &gt;&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Scratch at will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sing horribly at will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Make a nuisance/scream/shout/throw tantrums at will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Do workouts before I sleep on my bed, at will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not dreading her arrival. In fact, i'm pretty happy that someone's coming over to our place to stay. My mum would give me more face this way, i guess. Haha! We'll see how it all goes, yeah? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, i wanna change my blog song again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think i'll change it to Hannah Montana's Best of Both Worlds! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I can't believe JianHong watches that show too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HANNAH MONTANA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her songs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with watching Disney Channel? I love The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, That's So Raven, Unfabulous (omg, my fave fave fave!) and Romeo! I still think these shows are super cool. Really! I'm not childish k. If you were me, you'd be hooked as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my dad starts getting agitated about soccer.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think soccer is.. quite pointless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byyeeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you lovelies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-7443112602366962662?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/7443112602366962662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=7443112602366962662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7443112602366962662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/7443112602366962662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-yesterday-was-officially-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RjNJ3YzWMBI/AAAAAAAAADc/M9y29qsrY7A/s72-c/pizzasurvey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3301895948678573970</id><published>2007-04-22T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:47:46.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGER SUCKS BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGER IS GETTING ON MY NERVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Their lousy server.&lt;br /&gt;Tried posting three different posts (which took to hours to compose) for a million times already and nothing came up.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW I LOST ALL THREE POSTS. WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH THEM?!&lt;br /&gt;IF THIS STUPID POST MANAGES TO BE PUBLISHED, THEN I AM VERY IMPRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, IT SHOULD BE "WTF IS WRONG WITH MYSELF".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH EVERYTHING, EVERYONE?!&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FUCKING COME TO MY FACE AND SAY THAT I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A FUCKING ATTITUDE/AM HAVING PMS/AM SELFISH/AM WEAK/AM A LOSER /THINK ONLY ABOUT MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I DON'T FUCKING CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FUCKING CARE IF I'M A FAILURE, IF I GET INTO NOTHING BUT TROUBLE, IF I FUCKING HATE MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ON, SAY I'M EMO, SAY I ASKING FOR SYMPATHY, SAY I'M AN ATTENTION SEEKER, SAY I'M AN UNCOUTH PERSON, SAY THAT I'M A PROBLEMATIC KID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I KNOW DEEP DOWN THAT I'M JUST TRYING TO HARD TO BE THE PERSON I WANNA BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRYING TOO HARD TO MAKE THE WORLD A PLACE I WOULD LOVE TO LIVE IN.&lt;br /&gt;TRYING TOO HARD TO MAKE THE PEOPLE AROUND ME ACT THE WAY I WANT THEM TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;TRYING TOO HARD TO KEEP MY LIFE UNDER CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRYING TOO HARD TO MAKE EVERYTHING PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, i really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS FUCKING PATHETIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3301895948678573970?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3301895948678573970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3301895948678573970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3301895948678573970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3301895948678573970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-6568661920978819741</id><published>2007-04-10T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:40:29.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What they say is true! Your emotions affect your health, and it's showing on my skin. Ugh, having this mini acne breakout thingy. Well, i consider it one! It's just that you can't see it, cause my fringe's hidden it. And my dark circles are.. well uhm, DARK! Haha. It just makes me look awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know, vanity.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am vain. So what? Are you not vain as well? Do you not comb your hair after you bathe? Do you not look in the mirror to tidy your hair? Do you not try to dress up in nice clothes? Do you, or do you not? Maybe i'm just OVERLY vain, thats all. No harm what. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the rare days (especially just a few weeks before my MYEs) that i don't have any homework! Came home and used to com for like all this while. But my eyes are starting to feel heavy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sad that i had to miss choir today! Argghhh, had to go to check my spine again. Well, turns out that i'm still fine. So thank God! But the x-ray is really scary-looking. I mean, my spine looks like a snake. I didn't even dare to glance at it. I just kept my vision away from the x-ray film. It was just.. horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Dione's birthday! Actually i'm starting to feel more excited about her birthday than SYF! I really can't wait for the 20th of April! It's like.. joy day! So gonna be man. :D 21st would be toooooooo! Whoooopeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, for those who keep coming up to me and asking if i'm okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a strong girl, &lt;em&gt;i hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, things are much better for me than it was in the past. I have much more freedom now. And actually, i am much happier. I can do whatever i want now. I don't have to comprimise for someone else anymore. I no longer have to swallow pique everyday anymore. In a thousand different ways, i'm a better person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But not good enough still.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, off to dreamland!&lt;br /&gt;Take care lovelies! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-6568661920978819741?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/6568661920978819741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=6568661920978819741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6568661920978819741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6568661920978819741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-they-say-is-true-your-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2220401570413021418</id><published>2007-04-07T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:04:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You crushed me when i thought i was already broken, just when i started to feel like i really really really liked you all over again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fucking retard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is so dumb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not the complete loser, I AM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You happy now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, actually i think you're the loser.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2220401570413021418?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2220401570413021418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2220401570413021418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2220401570413021418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2220401570413021418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-crushed-me-when-i-thought-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-1144548554069498115</id><published>2007-04-05T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:30:25.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had fun at x-country today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more fun cheering for people than running the race actually! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm kinda proud of myself that i didnt come in the last few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i'm not in the top 40(which would be rather impossible for someone of my physique), i guess i'm kinda contented being 50 odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LIUHAO DID US PROUD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhong guo fei mao tui!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WO MEN AI NI! &lt;3!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came in after "zjien"(this is how Mr.Vilau pronounces it!) hong, being second! His running shoes are damn light btw, probably not any heavier than a stack of worksheets. And I heard that Mr.Vilau used to run him down because he didn't go for training and thought he was lousy and all. BUT HA! LOOK! He's done it. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the girls from 2/1 were really great! Quite a few of them got into top 30! So proud of you girls! I guess 2/1 kinda bonded even more today, right? We were cheering like mad! And Celestine looked so cute when she went up to collect her prize. Awww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to KeQing, i get to be chairman for 10 mins today! And it's really really really fun! Taking attendance, running around and stuff. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, after x-country we had..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049899204963118818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RhTYkkdaruI/AAAAAAAAADE/etFCs-OuAxo/s400/04-05-07_1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I KNOW! MADE IN HEAVEN, RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my daddy loves it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew x-country would end off on such a tasty note?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna work for Ben&amp;Jerry's when i grow up! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, i'm going to Batam for a short vacation starting from tmr to saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, two days one night stay. Pointless, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its gonna be a short getaway for me from the many things that are happening to me here in Singapore. A lil shopping here, a lil tanning on the beach and hopefully i'd be spankin' new when i return. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the song you're hearing to right now.. It's "Candyman" by Christina Aguilera. I was getting sick of "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne already. Fickle minded huh. Anyway, i love the song cause it's so alive! Makes me wanna dance, or do the lindyhop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell, before i go lemmi show you a pic of calculators. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049899209258086130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RhTYk0darvI/AAAAAAAAADM/2P51FPgPpDo/s400/04-03-07_0848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Karthik's! I know, random huh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYEBYE! LOVES! &lt;3!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-1144548554069498115?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/1144548554069498115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=1144548554069498115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1144548554069498115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/1144548554069498115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-had-fun-at-x-country-today-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/RhTYkkdaruI/AAAAAAAAADE/etFCs-OuAxo/s72-c/04-05-07_1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-914862046188786113</id><published>2007-04-04T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:01:08.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"So you're in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cranky sarcastic mood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, Keith.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, those are the exact words man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, x-country tmr.&lt;br /&gt;If imma finish it, i'd finish it for Mr Poh!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i can't believe he's leaving so fast!&lt;br /&gt;2/1 was damned enthu for PE today!&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone wanted Mr Poh to have an enjoyable lesson today, since it was his last.&lt;br /&gt;We'd miss you Mr Poh!&lt;br /&gt;And your stupid lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened just now! LiuHao called me up using his house phone (so i didn't recognise it). And he went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiuHao: "Da Jie!" (big sister)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Who are you?!"&lt;br /&gt;LiuHao: "Hei she hui lao da!" (secret society leader)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Dots, who are you. LiuHao isit. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;LiuHao: "NO! Hei she hui lao da!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Lol, what you want."&lt;br /&gt;LiuHao: "Tmr how you going Turf City?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "My daddy send me there."&lt;br /&gt;LiuHao: "CHICKEN MCNUGGETTTT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just slammed down the phone!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! Omfg, i think thats kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, getting late already!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck for tmr's run! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-914862046188786113?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/914862046188786113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=914862046188786113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/914862046188786113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/914862046188786113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-youre-in-cranky-sarcastic-mood-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-2087905584677082055</id><published>2007-04-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:29:03.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my world's falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want it to be this way. &lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to wake up tmr morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-2087905584677082055?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/2087905584677082055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=2087905584677082055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2087905584677082055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/2087905584677082055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cant-take-this-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-4299433373227970587</id><published>2007-04-01T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:29:25.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;FINALLY! I've completed the post. Spent HOURS trying to edit all the pics okay. Had so many that i wanted to show, so i reckon it'd be a better idea to mash several of them into one image so that i won't have too many to upload later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i'm kinda poofed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are all pretty explanatory! They're in no paticular order. I just dumped them all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on the pictures to view them at full size&lt;/strong&gt;, i know some of them are pretty small but thats the way blogger makes it look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's gogogo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Fce3YgnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RXhzXuNoB9I/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047767112976204402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Fce3YgnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RXhzXuNoB9I/s400/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cherry blossoms there were beautiful! Because it was spring, so here were many blooming flowers around in all sorts of colours! Definately a gorgeous sight! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1DjO3YgiI/AAAAAAAAACU/Y0LsC_Jx6oQ/s1600-h/camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047765029917065762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1DjO3YgiI/AAAAAAAAACU/Y0LsC_Jx6oQ/s320/camel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My foster family brought me to the zoo on the second day of the three day two night homestay. And i sat on a camel for the first time! But heck in was so damn difficult to get on it, i sprained my butt cheek. DAMNIT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047765034212033090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Dje3YgkI/AAAAAAAAACk/rpI_dCLybtw/s320/fosterfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh and this is my foster family! They were very very nice to me. I get treated like a princess! I didn't manage to get a picture with the dad cause he's a colonel in the military, so yeah he has to go out of the state in order to get to work, so he only comes home twice a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Dje3YgjI/AAAAAAAAACc/PFfUJ4-3cag/s1600-h/papercuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047765034212033074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Dje3YgjI/AAAAAAAAACc/PFfUJ4-3cag/s320/papercuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the lessons in the school was Art! And we did papercutting. Probably my favourite! Got taught how to cut the "double happiness" chinese character out of red coloured paper. It's actually very very very simple! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Dju3YglI/AAAAAAAAACs/iDL280Vh4fY/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047765038507000402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Dju3YglI/AAAAAAAAACs/iDL280Vh4fY/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there was great. I've never eaten so so well for twelve days straight. Buffet breakfast every morn, restaurant meals every lunch and dinner. Even the canteen food that the school provided is way tasty! But we seemed to be eating this Nanjing delicacy called "Salted Water Duck" (in direct translation from chinese), and we got sick of it! Oh and i got to eat some things that i'll never get/never dared to eat in my life. Like the clotted duck's blood, the half-developed chicken egg (don't worry, it's human engineered so there's no way a chick can be fully developed and hatched) and i tried snails (escargots or however you spell it?) and they taste like chicken actually. Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Cm-3YgeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Y17wauX5pms/s1600-h/finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047763994829947362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Cm-3YgeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Y17wauX5pms/s400/finger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, random. Stupid Andrew was interrupting my cam-whoring session. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1CnO3YggI/AAAAAAAAACE/2UhZNbdcPDk/s1600-h/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047763999124914690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1CnO3YggI/AAAAAAAAACE/2UhZNbdcPDk/s400/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The school was freaking small, but had over a thousand students! Classrooms were small, but had about 50 students in a class. Pretty amazing how those china kids study. They're very smart you know! Oh and yeah, the last two pictures below are their toilets. I know lah, Singaporean kiasu go take picture right? But really, i find it so interesting. I heard the boys' toilet was worse. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1CnO3YghI/AAAAAAAAACM/4OZsS5IvFWA/s1600-h/sightseeing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047763999124914706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1CnO3YghI/AAAAAAAAACM/4OZsS5IvFWA/s400/sightseeing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some of the places we went. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047763990534980050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Cmu3YgdI/AAAAAAAAABs/tht0PBsHfzo/s400/farewell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day there was this farewell concert. And we did a performance! Look at our boys' costume. Damn funny! They're supposed to dress like malays and indians. Oh and the China school's martial arts team is really neat! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1A2-3YgaI/AAAAAAAAABU/eBKxKCnNz2Y/s1600-h/passport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047762070684598690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1A2-3YgaI/AAAAAAAAABU/eBKxKCnNz2Y/s400/passport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OKAY, START LOL-ING AWAY. Snapped pictures of people's passports. Some of them look super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1A3O3YgbI/AAAAAAAAABc/q79Jethjwrg/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047762074979566002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1A3O3YgbI/AAAAAAAAABc/q79Jethjwrg/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Made many new friends during this trip, bonded more with the ones i already had. I love the Nanjing trip so much man! I bet everyone did. On the last day, we were all so reluctant to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1A3O3YgcI/AAAAAAAAABk/5hxnlGCWGnY/s1600-h/funnypics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047762074979566018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1A3O3YgcI/AAAAAAAAABk/5hxnlGCWGnY/s400/funnypics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some funny pictures, CLICK TO ENLARGE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v625/surfbabeinheaven/DSCN1693.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's a video i took of Brandon during the farewell dinner on the last night. What's he doing? Go figure. No prizes for the correct answer! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and don't worry, i had his permission to put this up. Thanks Brandon! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Satisfied now? I finally updated huh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really, damn busy these days. Too many problems to handle! *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO, Pearlyn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Charmaine for helping me to post!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-4299433373227970587?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/4299433373227970587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=4299433373227970587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4299433373227970587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4299433373227970587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-ive-completed-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/Rg1Fce3YgnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RXhzXuNoB9I/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-6312745164385278527</id><published>2007-03-23T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:20:22.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at a loss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy two months, though it doesn't feel like how we were used to be.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even tell me what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I feel worse than being unable to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh god, save me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mid year exams are coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST CHIONG. YES I MUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, i must get top 30 this time round.&lt;br /&gt;Beat brandon too, if that'll ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;YES IT WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's a will, there's a way! :D&lt;br /&gt;See, its good to have dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel as if there's something missing these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, this is getting weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Do you guys have problems trying to open my blog?&lt;br /&gt;I know some do, so do I!&lt;br /&gt;Turns out blank after they say they already finished loading the page right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm like viewing my blog by the preview function in the templete editing section.&lt;br /&gt;And that's freakish-ly retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is pointless and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But i just had the urge to blog, all of the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for Nanjing pictures this weekend! :D&lt;br /&gt;Bet you're gonna love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;BYE! &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't tell me i'm fading away from your mind already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life/love/School/Parents/Exams/Hot Weather sucks, don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-6312745164385278527?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/6312745164385278527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=6312745164385278527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6312745164385278527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/6312745164385278527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-at-loss-happy-two-months-though-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-4307595799455936179</id><published>2007-03-20T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:11:13.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick of this shit.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update with lots of pictures i took in Nanjing this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a real treat, i promise! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell,&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG HOMEWORK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-4307595799455936179?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/4307595799455936179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=4307595799455936179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4307595799455936179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/4307595799455936179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-sick-of-this-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29664442.post-3515915165914988013</id><published>2007-03-06T23:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:08:37.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off to Nanjing for 12 days starting from tmr.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, imma miss all of you guys alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be inactive for like 2 weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me yeah?! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;K, sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol alright whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Will get you guys cute stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29664442-3515915165914988013?l=-rosebullet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/feeds/3515915165914988013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29664442&amp;postID=3515915165914988013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3515915165914988013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29664442/posts/default/3515915165914988013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-rosebullet.blogspot.com/2007/03/off-to-nanjing-for-12-days-starting_8901.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosebullet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343327693542057167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7hYXyScD20/SMfHHRXEKFI/AAAAAAAAA24/l7yRIT3mhwQ/S220/vastskies.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
